Here we are in the middle of the first month of 2017. 17 has always been my lucky number - born on the 17th, married twice on the 17th and the very first number I ever bingoed on was 17. Unfortunately -- and here's a caveat, dear readers. I am not happy about our new president and I will say what I need to say as courteously as possible and will not dwell on it because this is a quit smoking site, not a political site, and I know that. Many may disagree with me. If you are motivated to report me please let me know beforehand. End of Caveat and stop here if you aren't interested.
I fail to see how 2017 can be a good year given the inauguration a week from Friday and the inexperienced billionaires and generals who will populate the cabinet. Our new President tweets when he feels attacked, and has repeatedly questioned why we don't use our nuclear assets. He specifically states that he wants to be unpredictable. I won't even get into Russia.
But this frightens me to my core. I've been dealing with an ever increasing depression about all of this and need to find a way to negotiate the next 4 years without having to be institutionalized. I haven't voted for many Republicans (I have voted for a few back in the days when they were just the courteous opposition) but no Republic POTUS ever caused this deep fear and anxiety. I never questioned a POTUS's patriotism until now. I have given up watching tv, I have given up internet news sites, but I have never stuck my head in the sand in all my life. I have always been engaged in what's going on in this country politically. I can't do it now. This is a time when, in the old days, I would be smoking like a chimney. And I will admit that I'm having that "oh, what the hell does it matter" feeling after two years and two weeks of not smoking, but now I know it matters: Do I want my COPD to get worse? Do I want to start coughing and hacking again and running out in a snowstorm to by cigaretts after the butts in the ashtray are smoked down. NO. NO I DON'T. So I can' say "what the hell does it matter," and I will not smoke.
This is the lousiest blog I think I've ever written, and I don't blame you all if you ask me to delete it I(and please do that before you report me.) I'm very depressed and have to find a way to get back to good old positive and happy Donna.
