Can you Believe it?
I’m in my third week of quitting smoking – I can hardly believe it myself. It’s been a very long time since I quit for that long.
I did get a cold last Thursday or Friday and took all kinds of cold medicines on the weekend, but starting yesterday it seems that my lungs have started to break up. I thought at first it was from the cold and now I think it’s just part of the quitting smoking process.
And the cold? I’m thinking it wasn’t just a cold. I’m thinking that it was the usual sickness/cold that I get when I quit smoking while not using the patch. Perhaps the patch only delayed it a bit, and after all, I wasn’t sick as a dog, just a bit of a cold.
So anyway, I guess I’m truly on my way to non-smokerdom since my lungs are horking up everything they can find. Today there was a bagel in there – don’t ask me how that got there and not in my stomach. I’m kidding (really?), I’m just trying to gross you out.
I talked to a friend of mine the other day who advised me on the lung clearing process. “Don’t swallow it, spit it out, even if it’s gross”, he said. Quite frankly, the conversation was gross to me, never mind the thought of spitting or swallowing. I had to put an end to that one before I start puking in the middle of it (in between horks, of course).
Remember that Mr. Ed show? A hork is a hork, of course, of course. Ok, I’m retarded. But at least I’m a retarded non-smoker.
And on another note… ha ha. You know. First time since I quit – pretty damned pathetic isn’t it?
Tonight I’m off to watch American Idol. And I’ve gotta start having more than jalapeno nuts for dinner. Like maybe start having a dinner for dinner. Ok, maybe tomorrow. Right now I’m going to go get some jalapeno nuts – they’re very good with beer.
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Female, taken, fire, Sagittarius, Monkey, Toronto, two kids, one grandson, IT.
55
is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
Well done that girl, how’s himself doing?