Plus I hadn't overhauled the website in months, and that's like a freaking record in my world. Two weeks after I change the view I'm usually ready to add a new look again.
So, I've been trying the not smoking thing this week. Status: Grrrrr Arrrrrgh. There are Fyarl demons with sunnier dispostions. (/Buffy references)
Okay, I totally cheated the other night and took two puffs off a ciggie. But it was all gross tasting and what not so I just held the ciggie, which was satisfactory. I guess two puffs in a week (so far) is acceptable, right? I mean, with my history, I could have counted that as a complete fail and started chain smoking until my taste buds were deadened again and I could enjoy the menthol goodness once more.
Things got off to a rough start. I did not pay attention to the dire warning on the box of nicotine patches about what the patchy nicotine does to a person, and foolishly slapped one on at midnight for my first day of quitting. I then found out that sleep was not a possibility. I was up all night, and in the wee hours of the morning got online and found me a Boom up early, and a K doing her dishes in Australia. So even though the awakeness was killing me, I had extra-special chat time I don't normally get during the week. I was up alllll day. I think I dozed for about an hour at some point, but I didn't get to sleep until late the next night, with the help of a couple sleeping pills. I also had to abandon the patch because it was making me sick to my stomach. I've been experimenting though because I'm just not prepared for the cold turkey. I keep the patch on until my belly starts feeling a bit blegh, then I take it off. I don't toss it right away though. It probably sounds unhygienic to admit that I reuse a patch, but it seems to work. I wait a few hours than stick it back on for a couple more hours before I gotta get rid of it. Blargh. Such a pain.
Instead of bitching, I guess I should count the pros. No wheeziness this week, though I'm getting very pleghmy and coughy today. Sorry. TMI, I bet. Well, show that line as a cautionary tale to your kids. Hey Junior, want to sound like THAT? Then don't start smoking. I will pretend it's my lungs waking up and doing some spring, err late summer cleaning. I think I will start trying the walking now that I think I have a teeny bit of lung recovery.
I'm attacking butterscotch ripple ice cream like a mofo this week. Just bought a half gallon the other day and it's almost GONE. Also, I'm still sucking the Tootsie Roll pops, but I'm very angry at them most of the time. Which is dumb because what's better than an orange Tootsie Pop. I mean, other than a grape Tootsie Pop?
Know what would really rock? The old school Lifesaver pops. Remember those? The rings with the swirlies? I wonder if they still make them. Haven't seen them in years and I used to love them. I'd dunk them in milk, attack the lollipop, then have lifesaver flavored milk. Yum.
I haven't accomplished much because I've been hiding in bed as I try to adjust to the nicotine fits. I fear driving in my car because dudes, that is where all the sweet smoking happens. I'm a behind-the-wheel chain-smoker. Since I've been a smoker, I've rarely measured driving excursions in miles, but I can tell you how many cigarettes I can smoke between Point A and Point B. Like I have no clue how far away Harrisburg or Lancaster are, but I know I can get there in 4 and 6 cigarettes, respectively.
I guess I have to go out today though. Ran out of Pepsi and need to whip up a dessert or something for a picnic this weekend. Oh yeah, I think my Pepsi intake is down since I quit. I've been working on the same six-pack since Monday, and I should be on like Pepsi number eleventy seven by now. So hopefully that's balancing out with my ice cream comfort eating and I'm not gaining a hundred pounds.
I've slacked off on transfering Janie to a doc this week, but I guess seeing as I've been stark raving insane since Monday, that's okay. Over on the writing page, you'll see a little status bar under my rough Janie description. That's to guilt me into getting to work and looking less pathetic. Must make the bar grow!
I have no other life updates, really. The job front is hopeless as usual. I've been trying to figure out a way to raise money for my inevitable move to Greenville. All my little random scheme ideas are for naught though, because my Paypal seems to be shut down and I don't know why. So if anyone felt the urge to donate a million dollars to me that way, don't. I can't access it. But I'll accept a cashier's check. *snort*
What else? Oh, I had a request for a full manuscript, so that's been sent. Fingers crossed but I'm chill about it. And because I bunged up my registration for the SCWW conference, they were contacting me about stuff I check-marked that I didn't really mean to check-mark. This was for Friday intensive classes that weren't included in the basic package. So I decided what the hell, and told them to just take the easy route and charge me for those as well. I looked at the classes again and figured they were worth it. So yeah, I'll be taking those as well.
One final note. Anybody watch Days of Our Lives? Because that Sami needs some acting lessons. Somebody apparently told her that she needs to pant really loud through her nose when trying to convey that she's turned on. They were wrong. She sounds like she has a deviated septum, and I fear that she may attract a wild boar in heat if she keeps that nonsense up.