God and Caffeine Withdrawl The power of God runs deep.

Like many of us alcoholics my addiction took me to various institutions. At one point, I was in a halfway house and I said some things that I probably should not have. I said something like, “I am going to kill myself, bitch”

Anyway before I knew it, two young social workers came to give me a psych evaluation. I end up in the psych ward (or as I like to call it, the stress and depression unit) of Hennepin County Hospital in Minneapolis. It was freaky there. I cannot even really begin to articulate what it was like.

Anyhow, I had been there for 24 hours and I had just a horrible caffeine withdrawal headache. All the coffee was decaf and I could not get of the ward to get a soda or anything. I would have killed for a coke at that point. I started to pray. I don’t even remember what I prayed about. A little while later the diner trays come and this young guy turns and asked me, “Would you like a coke.” It had come up on his dinner tray by mistake.

What can I say; the power of God runs deep.  ¶ 5/17/2006 12:07:00 AM