The buzzing in my head

I begin my caffeine purge of the month from tomorrow because I suddenly feel like I've had enough caffeine.

My friend and her husband are coffee drinkers to the point that the first thing I was asked on reaching her home was if I'd like some coffee? Uh, well, yeah. Why not and while we began with the kimchi activity her husband made coffee in a coffee machine and it took a sweetly long time to get brewed and percolate.
Once done I was offered the Java with much enthusiasm and one sip was enough to inform me that this couple liked their joe stronger than Hercules.
I had a foreboding feeling about this and half a cup later I could feel my pulse beat in my hair and I found myself gnawing air clenching my teeth and feeling idiotically hyper, and it was only bits of tattered sanity that kept me from leaping out of a window and do Charleston on the road.
My problem with such extreme intake of caffeine is that it tends to give me headaches, even migraines and by the time I was done with everything and reached home I found my head being knocked against an anvil by migraine hammers.
Now this isn't a new phenomenon but it is rare and caffeine in high doses tends to make me jittery and weird but on some special occasions it does cause migraine and this is probably the second time in three years that it has happened.
What does that mean?
That my friend and her husband drink the kind of coffee that could propel a space shuttle to moon. My heart rate is still well over 90 when it's usually never more than 65 p/m and I got a migraine which needed easing with mild medication.
I don't think I can get any sleep tonight and there's no way in hell I'm imbibing any caffeine the next one week or so, and to think I started off this day in the pink of health.
Even now as I type I feel like my thumbs are triggering machine guns.
I'm a rather dubious coffee drinker, enjoying the flavours more than the effect and in fact enjoying the whole process of making a cupful more than drinking. I like depth, flavour and robustness in a way that one likes lean muscled mannequins.
I mean what I just drank was a Bruce lee when I'd just rather play with Barbie's Ken..so you can imagine how my heart reverse pumped blood and got inflated to the point of bursting and I got a bloody headache.

Also, this post wouldn't have been as long had it not been for the coffee..and goddamnit white ink on almost black background is not easy on the eyes.