If you would have asked me three days ago if I would be almost 36 hours without a cigarette, I would have laughed. I will never forget as long as I live that last cigarette in my car on the drive home from Fat Albert’s. I savored every last puff. Stacey has been very supportive even though she continues to smoke. I put the ashtray out on the porch and she has been going out there to imbibe. She is very skeptical that I will make it a week I smoked so heavily for years. Since she’s known me, I’ve smoked one cigarette after the other while at home. I am just taking it one day at a time – one day is all I’ve got. I haven’t been so determined about something since I decided to go for my independence from my parents, though, and I am out to prove Stacey wrong. Stacey thought of quitting with me, but she is worried she will gain weight. I can understand that as food already is starting to taste better and I can breathe out of my nose again for the first time in years. I didn’t wake myself up snoring last night.
I woke up at 1am and couldn’t get back to sleep. It didn’t help that I checked the radar and we have storms on the way which excited me and for which I will stay up and wait on. I can only guess my insomnia is from both medication and nicotine withdrawal. My doctor warned me the reduced dosage of my Risperdal from 8.5mg to 3mg would cause this. It is not pleasant as I feel tired, but I can’t sleep. I opened up the windows in the den and am waiting on the first sound of thunder. The fall crickets have started calling I noticed tonight – a certain species in the South that only calls late in the summer season into the fall.
What’s That Smell?
Stacey and I were laying in bed last night with the dogs. I smelled this horrible rotten egg smell waft over my nostrils.
“Did you just fart?” I asked Stacey with a vigorous grin.
She laughed and laughed.
“It was one of the dogs, silly!” she exclaimed, still laughing.
It seems the Puppy Chow is too rich for our grown pups and has caused some intestinal distress. They are absolutely obsessed over the Puppy Chow, though, and would eat it until they are sick. Itchy and Scratchy are going to get fat if we are not careful. Sadie is already kind of portly.