Day 8: Grr! Damn printer. Wrong toner cartridge- idiots. Now I have to- I have no idea where the receipt is. Idiots. What did I pay for the wrong toner cartridge? 100 bucks? Too much to blow off. Me: idiot for not keeping reciepts. I deserve to lose 100 bucks if I'm such an idiot. I hate receipts. I hate incompetence. Sick of technology.
HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU? On day 8 of quitting? " Ooh... just a puff or two; because You're mad. Because you deserve it. Because...."
I thought this got easier as the smoke-free days totalled up; a continuum : from "hell week" to - easier. But my inner-addict is bouncing off the inner walls more than ever.
No worries; I'll not touch a cigarette. It helps so much that I just can't let all you folks down. And I admire so much now, the folks who have years under their belt. I bet we "newbies" seem like a bunch of whiners, huh?
I've got my Eucalyptus pen. I invented it: just a cheap pen with the guts taken out, a dowl soaked in Eucalyptus oil inside. Cool, refreshing, and from my little research , kind of good for you in moderation. (not vapor, just fumes)
I ran it past my nurse cousin: she thinks it's brilliant and wonderful, etc.
DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT RECOMMENDING THIS AND SOME PEOPLE ARE ALLERGIC TO EUCALYPTUS. I ENCOURAGE YOU TO RESEARCH THE BENEFITS OF EUCALYPTUS, ETC.
It's just helping me right now. I'm pretty sure that the best thing to put in your lungs is air. DK
