Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit

… smoking, drinking coffee, and using my wonderful new vicodin-based cough syrup.

I was diagnosed with pneumonia last week, and let me tell you, even if I hadn’t already planned for the little pack of nicotine-laced stress-relievers that were in my car to have been my last, when I tried a week ago Saturday night to inhale and felt every coughed-raw inch of my lungs and throat cry out in agony would have made it darned easy to stop. For what it’s worth, I don’t consider myself a smoker, I consider myself someone who smokes when stressed out. It’s just been a stressful few months.

Then there’s the coffee. My ENT doc told me a while back that I needed to drop caffeine from my diet as yet another thing that might be affecting the polyp on my vocal cord. So I’ve been tapering off. Since I was going to be home sick for a few days last week, I figured that was the ideal time to taper on down to zero, since I wouldn’t have to worry about getting snippy with patrons and co-workers. So I haven’t had any coffee since middle of last week.

And last night, I decided to try to get through the night without the aid of my new best friend, vicodin-based cough syrup. I was prescribed this to ensure that I could sleep through the night without waking up coughing, but I noticed night before last that (a) I wasn’t sleeping through the night and (b) I wasn’t coughing at night, so I began to worry that my body was starting to tell me “Hey, how about a little more of that stuff?” and getting hooked on vicodin is way, way, way down my list of things I want to do before I’m 40. (It’s 4 spots below “host a rimjob party for the New York Yankees,” so trust me, it’s way down there.)

Anyway, I’m bushed.

Man, that’s tough. It’s got to be hard to give up all of that at once. I hope you are feeling better.

Ow. My mom once had to go through that - along with dropping alcohol and codiene. A massive bleeding ulcer sent her to the hospital - she had been taking ACC (Aspirin, caffeine and codiene) many times a day for years. She never even felt the ulcer.

She had to quit cigarettes (she was a chain smoker) coffee, and her little pills all at once. I made the mistake of trying to visit her, but only once. I stayed away at school until she got back on some of the stuff.

(She since quit everything, and is a much more even-tempered soul!)

Here’s to you, and good luck. Don’t mind me, I’m just staying away from you for a while!