I hate this emotional roller coaster that nicotine fits put me on. Shouting, bitching, crying and being awake a lot more. I don’t know why that happens but I find myself awake no more than 7 hours after I go to sleep.
I am getting really annoyed at things I can’t control. Things that normally don’t bother me, like the fact that Debbie never returns my calls or answers her phone. Now I am pissed that I have tried to call her 8 times in the past 30 days to no avail. Whatever.
Here is my little quit counter’s take on me.
Angi – Free and Healing for Three Days, 7 Hours and 15 Minutes, while extending my life expectancy 5 Hours, by avoiding the use of 66 cigarettes that would have cost me $15.06.
So why don’t I feel happy and healthy? I have gained 3 lbs. too. Nice. I just love that my already fat ass is going to get bigger before this is all over. Yes, I am exercising, BACK OFF! If one more well meaning person tells me to get out there and sweat…… well I might rip that person’s brain out through their nose. (I know, not a good description but its the best I can come up with before the coffee is done brewing.)
And no, I am not breathing easier! It takes a few weeks for the ugly, hacking, smoker’s cough to go away. I am only on day 3.
Day 3 of the rest of my life……
Ok it’s not as bad as I make it out to be. Or at least in this paragraph I am not feeling as angry as I was up there near the top of the blog. – –
Oh good, coffee is done.