Yeah. I quit this morning. Got an inhaler. It’s nice, but it’s not the same…
HEY! Quit LOOKING at me, fucko! I am so SICK of people LOOKING at me ALL the flippin’ TIME! Man!
Now, where was I? Oh yes. The inhaler. It’s decent, because it gives you something to hold in your hands…
Hands. Ahhhh, my hands. They are SO ready to CHOKE the living SHIT out of the next person that tells me I’m GREAT for doing this…AAAAAAAAGH!
…and something to put in your mouth, too…
Dammit, where’s the crowbar? My teeth are clenched together so fucking hard…I have got to pry them apart. It’s the only way I’ll be able to stuff the corn chips and Chocolate Creme Oreos down my gullet…
I’m feeling fairly decent, actually. I’m a little edgy, but it’s not too bad.
Oh for Christ’s sake! How in the HELL should I know whether or not there’s any milk in the fridge! I don’t drink milk, dammit! Quit asking me stupid motherfucking questions!
I think I’ll be able to do this, I really do!
thump…thump…thump…ahhhhh, this wall feels SO good whacking into my forehead…
Altoids! Yeah! Those work for just about everything, don’t they? I do have a tin in my purse, in fact…
…WAIT a minute…are you implying that my breath stinks? So you’re saying I smell or something? Thanks. Some friend you are…
Mmmmm. Altoids. Yum. Thanks, andygirl! I’d forgotten all about those!
yeah right. Just wait. Next thing she’ll be telling you about how she’s found this great little soap that smells sooooo good and you’ll just LOOOOOVE it, because she doesn’t want to just come right out and tell you that you’re stinky…
Hey, Al… If I can do it without killing anyone, you can as well.
Besides, I had the added incentive of getting my mother-in-law outta my house. For good.
Well, I’m joining you on the bandwagon, Cristi. This is my last pack. It is almost gone, and after my bedtime cig tonight, nuthin. I been taking Zyban for 2 weeks, and it’s time for me to quit. Good luck, and I’ll me irritable with you.
Yep. This reminds me of that Game Show Blooper where some actress was given the item “harmonica” to describe. She said: “You put it in your mouth, and you blow on it…Err…it plays music!” :eek:
Re the OP: good luck to you, Persephone! Take heart from the numerous individuals on the boards who’ve kicked the habit: Satan, Shayna and Frannie, among others.
I konow there are a lot of “I’m quitting smoking” threads out there right now but, it’s really helping me out. I don’t know why it makes me feel better that there are others going through the same crap i am, but it does.
Keep up the good work.
Thanks, Satan
[sub]Smoke-free for
Two days, 11 hours, 47 minutes and 50 seconds.
49 cigarettes not smoked, saving $9.96.
Life saved: 4 hours, 5 minutes.[/sub]
Oh fer cryin’ out loud! This is the PIT! Be MEAN! Be NASTY!
Tell me “Gee, 'Seph, you sure are a fucking lunatic bitch since you quit,” or something like that!
You other recently quit folk can go off in here too, ya know. Misery loves company!
damn warm fuzzies in the Pit! What the hell is going on here? Sheesh!
–Persephone
[sub]…who really appreciates the support, really![/sub]
Just think, by the time the Dopefest rolls around, you’ll be waaaaaaaay past the initial crazy making cravings part and well into the part where your tastebuds are coming back to life and that BBQ will taste soooooo much better, and you’ll be able to really appreciate the homemade mustard I’ll be bringing and, and and…
I remember the first few days of my non smoking (18 years this August), I was on a midnight shift and one of my reasidents at the half way house asked me for a light!!! Now, is she **appreciative ** of the fact I let her live???
NOOOOooo[sub]oooo[/sub]ooooOOOO.
damned ingrate inmate.
seriously, it will get better soon, and if you stick with it, you’ll never have to go through quitting again!
I can attest to this fact. The first time we fake-kissed, she asked me if I wanted an Altoid (“Altoid, dear?” were her words). She did not say “Punha, your breath smells like the offpsring of a dying fish and a diseased camel.”
Yes, the first time. We had to do it again, because nobody’s camera worked the first time.
And I’d do it again, by golly.
Oh, and “since this is the pit”, Persephone, please apply the breath bit to yourself.
Damn. I slapped this patch on my arm and it ain’t doing squat. That little “I want nicotine” voice in my head is still going bananas.
Screw you all. Warm fuzzies. HAH!
Bunch of idiots that’s what we all are. I think this means I have to clean. And I hate that as much as I freaking hate smoking. And as much as I hate quitting smoking. And these damn nicotine patches make my arm itch. Well, sort of. Not an unbearable itch, I suppose.
*the desire and cravings are speaking, not me personally. No offense is truly intended, even if I mean these things as I say them. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, other than myself is purely coincidental.
OK, I’d be perfectly fucking happy to never taste another goddamn carrot stick in my life. And all you fuckers that call yourselves “friends” are not helping by constantly saying “Want a smoke?(hee, hee)” and blowing smoke in my face. Next time you do that I’ll rip your lips off.
Lsura, I think you’re using those patches wrong. I’ve been rolling 'em up and smokin 'em.
