Chantix – the progress

 

My Mikey, I love you

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Tomorrow is supposed to be our "quit date" for smoking.  Both My Mikey and I have been on Chantix for a week, as of tomorrow.  It has greatly curbed my desire to smoke, but it hasn’t eradicated it, so I’m not sure if I’ll be up to quitting tomorrow!!!!!!

Instead of smoking two packs a day, I’m down to where I smoke about a half a pack, at the most, in a day.  I like that half a smoke will do as well as a whole one, most of the time.  It feels like progress, you know?

Today, Mikey has a bad bad headache, and I have a bad bad stomach ache.  All night long, I felt as if someone were stabbing me in the stomach and twisting the knife around.  It feels as if it might be easing some, but I don’t want to curse myself!

Last night, I took the car up to HEB.  Bad idea!  It is sitting in HEB parking lot now.  I got a ride home from a cute young guy and his 14-month-old daughter.  The only reason I consented to the ride is that I didn’t want my gallon of milk to spoil.  Otherwise, I would’ve probably waited it out on the parking lot, hoping I could get a jump-start in a little while and that the car would actually start.

So…..

Could be better, could be worse.  I don’t want it to be worse, though, of course.

Love to all,

Jack