It’s good to know that I’m not the only person who’s gone through the ‘crazies’ with this.
I’m going to go see a shrink to get some anti-depressants to help me through the next few months.
I’m having spinal surgery in January and if I smoke, the surgery is off. That’s what’s helping me hold it together right now.
If I’m still an anxiety-ridden, depressed nut-bar after the operation, I’ll try the gum or the patch rather than go back to smoking.
I promised myself that I’d quit for the next 20 years. After that, I can smoke all I want. (It won’t make a difference at that point.) I think it’s easier to say, ‘not now’ than it is for me to say, ‘never’. Right now ‘never’ means that I’ll never be happy or feel normal again.
| Maybe cut out a pic of this ugly libtard mug and carry it with you in your purse where your cigarettes used to reside. He left behind daughters and a wife too soon (for them) at 67. He had given up cigs for a loooong stretch, then started again in 2001 and smoked until what is understood was a fairly horrific death from Stage IV lung cancer in 2005. His excuse was '9/11 got him started again'. The nitwit used to break off the filters. You don't want to be regarded in this kind of company... |