2001

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Get Knocked Down Get Back Up Again

March 12th, 2001

One of the many times I tried to quit smoking, I actually posted
online. The date of this is 3/13/2001. I read it and almost
died laughing. To be honest, it made me feel good to know even I’ve
been through this before.

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…
update …

Let’s see if I can give this update in a nutshell. LOL
Not gonna happen, but I will put this in list form:

a. set my
quit date 1 week in advance for 03-09-2001

b. buy patches
(ouch $$$ but told worth it)

c. threw out all cigs on 03-09-2001
as PLANNED

d. placed patch on arm

e. go to sleep and
have a dream I got arrested for saying a very NOT SO NICE word to a
California Highway Patrol Officer REPEATEDLY (LOL I don’t even cuss! And
have had -0- speeding tickets for over 15 years!) after he drops a file
cabinet on me at work (hugh? I work in an accounting office — and not
for the state! what’s he doing there!)

f. wake in the morning and
stay in bed practically all day biting off the head of any poor soul
that DARED to venture my way

g. secretly begin thinking this
"PATCH" is a joke and go to change the patch, noting that it
ISN’T there and fell off late night prior (ARGH! no wonder!)

h.
Decide I don’t need the patch now, since I’m 24 hours into this thing (RED
LIGHT AND SIREN FLASHING HERE!)

i. Go through Sunday with my
teeth gritted and bought a pack of cigs at night — ONLY to get my
boyfriend deciding to be my hero and GRAB it before I can light one and toss
them FAR AWAY. (Now if HE wasn’t a police officer, I might have
throttled him at that point — LOL Love or no love!).

j. Begin
thinking I’m insane

k. Know I’m insane

l. Wake to go to work
on Monday, and vow to be a good girl but CRAVE to smoke from the second
I get up, until getting to work.

m. One small minor mishap in
work within 15 minutes from my arrival and WHAM — someone (not me
really… ) takes over my mind and body and hurls myself into my little
Toyota ECHO (brand new and smelling like cigs a little already — BLECH!)
and drives like the insane IRRATIONAL woman I am to the local store and
buys a pack of cigs.

n. No boyfriend to detour me now! ::grumble
grumble:: I unwrap those puppies and take an inhale (not even a BIG one
mind you). I choke like a mad woman, and crumble it up (both the
unsmoked cig and the cig packet) and drive BACK to work.

o. I get back
to work — low and behold there’s more stress waiting for me and I get
BACK in the Toyota ECHO of mine and speed off to buy yet ANOTHER pack
of cigs (IF you are counting that will make 3 packs puchased in one 24
hour period)

p. I see the pack I threw out the window on the side
of the road and am half tempted to stop and get it — BUT hold my
dignity and drive on and bought the 3rd pack.

q. I get it BACK to
work and I smoke a whole cig with one of my co-workers who I’m sure at
this point is wondering what telephone number to call to get someone
institutionalized.

r. I call my boyfriend and ask him (BEG is a
better word here) to PLEASE find those patches that I didn’t use and RUSH
them to me RIGHT AWAY!

s. I hand the pack of cigs to my co-worker
and say QUICK — KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL! And I dive into my office
slamming and locking the door.

t. Boyfriend enters scene with
patch in hand wondering if he should 5150 me (crazy woman).

u.
I put the patch on at 11:00 AM Monday morning and since that time, I
have had

ZERO CRAVINGS FOR NICOTINE!

I swear. 19 Hours
later… I haven’t had one strong physical craving for a cigarette. I’m
the calmest, most sane wonderful person I’ve been in eons.

What
the HECK is in these PATCHES! (uh… duh)

::falls and praises
the PATCH god::

The only thing I’m dealing with, and it isn’t
even much — is new habits to do when stressed or bored.

I guess
I need to redo my quitometer — but basically, it’s been 19+ hours of
smoke free and SO LOVING IT!

~Zy~ (the crazy insane sane woman)

www.zyriana.com <~~~ you
can see me and my two boys Do I look insane to you?! Hee
hee.