So as of today I have not had a cigarette in 14 days. Such a small number has never meant so much before.
Sure, I’ve quit quite a few times before. Sometimes lasting several months, sometimes lasting several weeks. But this time I have been able to quit with having school, work, writing for here, and doing Script Frenzy all on my plate. And I haven’t cracked yet. Continue reading
So, it’s now been six days since I’ve had a cigarette. At this point, you would think, “Hey, you’re home free.” For those of you who are approaching this mark, let me tell you sadly .. . . yeah, things will get a bit worse. The oxygen has fully flooded my body, I’m irritable, cranky, moody, and I can’t sleep. Once again, as I said in an earlier post, I’m not sure if I’m pregnant or this is just my body going through withdrawal. But either way, my god this quitting thing sucks. Continue reading
So I’ve made it through the horrible first three days . . . Now when I want a cigarette, I run down to Walmart if I don’t have gum or some chocolate. Fortunately, I have yet to repeat day one of quitting with the 5 candy bars, the two packs of gum and two nights worth of left overs. Now I’ve moved on to peanuts and pita chips and water. Lots and lots of water.
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So today was fun in the journey to recover my lungs. Saturdays at work can always cause such a ball of excitement, especially when no one seems to want to do their job at all. I wonder if they had always never did their job and I’m just noticing it now due to my extremely large amount of free time or was it just that they chose today to be a bunch of slacker morons. Meh, who knows. Did I want to rip each of their heads off for it? Yes, but I chose not to. And I think that that should be the item that is remembered above everything else.
On the plus side, I can breathe a little easier. However, I feel the phlegm that grew after years of smoking has started to break apart a little bit. Coughing up things that look like escargot appears to be coming in my future. Also, I believe I have taken on the eating habits of a pregnant woman. Today I have eaten about four Whatchamacallit candy bars, 3 Thigamajig candy bars, of those 3 Musketeers turtle wafers, and left overs from the last two nights worth of dinner. If this keeps up, I may need to by myself a pregnancy test.
Well, I have now made it 36 hours, and aside from rashes of wanting to kill people, not all that bad so far. I will keep all of you who are interested updated tomorrow, as apparently day three can be the hardest. I figure, if I can make it five days, then I shall switch from eating to keep myself from killing people, to sticking to my original reason of why I quit smoking: to run a 5k and stay away from the zombies that will be chasing me.
Until then, may Thoth be with you.
quitter - day 4 (Photo credit: Aaron Edwards)
So, those of you who have read some of my previous posts, you would know that I had quit smoking for about a week. However, this quitting smoking lasted only about 40 hours. You know that slippery slope that they talk about in those 12 step groups? Well my slope was paved with Camel cigarettes.
It wasn’t that I wanted them, it was more a boredom and needing to do something with my hands sort of thing. That and most of my friends at work and at home all still smoked. No matter what people say, that really sucks when you’re trying to quit and everyone else is still doing what you love doing, no matter how bad you keep telling yourself it is. And then today, I caught my break.
Two people at work who I had been bumming cigarettes off of both decided to quit smoking. One quit because of his fiancee and the other one quit because she is being put on a breathing machine due to sleep apnea. They knew that I had tried to quit smoking so they’ve turned to me for support. So now, I may be able to actually quit for longer than a day.
So, let me finish this article off by saying, “Hi, my name is Bob, and I haven’t had a cigarette in 10 hours.”
I’ll let ya’ll know how it goes this time.
So, in an effort to fully participate with Thotplaces’ new standard of social betterment, I have been asked by my employer to update you, dear reader, on how my quitting of smoking has been going.
For those of you who may just be stopping by, I refer you to a previous post of mine where I have talked about quitting smoking so as to be able to run away from zombies in the Run for Your Life 5k. If you haven’t read it, go back and read it. There’s a video with pretty pictures and a link to the website for the run. Definitely worth your time to read it.
So, getting back to me and social betterment. How is the quitting smoking going you ask? I wish I could say that every day I feel much better. I can feel more and more air enter into my lungs and it makes me feel amazingly wonderful and enjoying the fact that I am alive.
I could say that, and at times, yes I do actually believe it. However, a majority of the time I try to figure out ways how to poke peoples eyes out, and then spend time talking myself out of doing so because, hey, I need a job.
My day has gone like this:
8:00 AM- Walk in to my lovely little patch of hell square of heaven known as my cubicle. Jeremy waves a friendly wave as he comes to his desk as well.
8:10 AM- Plowing throw reading the 115 emails that I have received since leaving the office yesterday. Starting to get annoyed with Jeremy’s tapping of a pencil on the desk.
8:12 AM- Trying to still finish reading the emails but that damn tapping keeps getting louder and louder.
8:13 AM- Now I’m beginning to feel like I’m in The Tell-Tale Heart as all I can hear is that tapping. I stand up, look in Jeremy’s general direction and clear my throat as menacing as I can. He looks at me cheerful as he asks what’s up. God, I want to claw his eyes out.
8:18 AM- Finishing up my diatribe on the proper ettiquite of pencil use to Jeremy, he for some reason runs out of the office in tears and heads for the bathroom. Finally, some quiet.
8:20 AM- I finally realize that maybe Jeremy didn’t deserve my wrath. I stand up and look, but he’s not back yet. I decide to go down to the ground floor and get his favorite donut from the bakery.
8:30 AM- On my way back up from the bakery, I realize that maybe I shouldn’t have called the guy behind the counter a complete moron for not knowing the difference between a Boston Creme Donut and just a plain chocolate donut, but I wanted to make sure I got Jeremy the right kind of donut so he knew that I was really sorry.
8:35 AM- Jeremy’s finally back. I gently put his Boston Creme Donut on his desk and sweetly give him my apology. He perks up like Bambi finding out that his mother really wasn’t dead and had actually faked her death for the life insurance money and gives me a big, bouncy hug.
8:45 AM- HE’S . . . TAPPING . . . HIS . . .PENCIL . . . AGAIN!!! ARGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!
8:55 AM- Stand in front of the bathroom and try to apologize to Jeremy through the door as he’s crying for me smooshing his Boston Creme Donut and rubbing it in his face.
And that’s just the first hour. So, yes, today truly has been a roller coaster ride. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
And maybe Jeremy has %^&*(%* learned not to tap his damn pencil.
