Ive smoked since 03 as part of a solution to dealing with my chronic pain. I would self medicate with it as Ive always felt calmer around smokers when waiting for the bus or getting some air between classes.
I smoked anywhere from none to almost a pack a day. Lately before I quit I smoke half a pack a day and 3 units on the weekend.
Smoking anywhere at work was banned, including the sidewalks and I hope to drive soon and didnt want my car to be full of smoke, so I decided to give it a try.
I did it last Wednesday March 8 as I had a job interview that morning. I just didnt smoke that day. I came down with the flu, puked in the waiting room after the interview and crapped on myself before catching the bus back home than heading that afternoon to work. (good thing I quit smoking?)
I came down with the worse flu ever and missed the rest of the week at work. I was in pain from my hips to hair. Hot and cold flashes, running to the bathroom to puke and use it. Ive lost 4 inches around my waist and still do not have anywhere near the hunger I use to have. I managed to go to work Monday and am slowly getting better.
For the most part, I cant wait til I get a new job where I can smoke without too many rules or regulations.
It seemed a great way to keep anxiety down. Where i use to stand and smoke, I now walk and pace. I pace at the bus stop than stand and smoke like the rest and I pace the block 3 times a day where I use to just step out into the garage and smoke on the way to and from the garage bathroom. I had planned on walking the block to smoke, now I do it to control the anxiety I feel.
Man, I am still coughing, blowing my nose, taking cold medicine. I am sure Ive spent the money I would have saved in smoke on flu medication for the next month or two. I hope my case of quitting is an extreme one.
I expected to gain a lot of energy, have lots of spending money, women to throw themselves at my feet, led flashlights to arrive in the mail and many other unrelastic things Ive been told i would experience when I quit smoking. Instead I was rewarded with the flu and another false hope of a better job.
The job was for a small engine mechanic. Its in Chesterfield outside the bus line. Its for a disabled person. So, if I get my license, I can drive there, but wont be considered disabled. If I do not get my license I am still disabled, but cant get there to work it. Great world we live in huh?
Worse of yet, I want to smoke. I think nothing but about smoking, I dream about it, I catch myself trying to take a puff off my pen and everyone around me outside of the work place smokes and near me of all places. I was the only one on the bus the other day and the drive lit up. WOOHOO, way to go world, rub it in my face.
I smoked anywhere from none to almost a pack a day. Lately before I quit I smoke half a pack a day and 3 units on the weekend.
Smoking anywhere at work was banned, including the sidewalks and I hope to drive soon and didnt want my car to be full of smoke, so I decided to give it a try.
I did it last Wednesday March 8 as I had a job interview that morning. I just didnt smoke that day. I came down with the flu, puked in the waiting room after the interview and crapped on myself before catching the bus back home than heading that afternoon to work. (good thing I quit smoking?)
I came down with the worse flu ever and missed the rest of the week at work. I was in pain from my hips to hair. Hot and cold flashes, running to the bathroom to puke and use it. Ive lost 4 inches around my waist and still do not have anywhere near the hunger I use to have. I managed to go to work Monday and am slowly getting better.
For the most part, I cant wait til I get a new job where I can smoke without too many rules or regulations.
It seemed a great way to keep anxiety down. Where i use to stand and smoke, I now walk and pace. I pace at the bus stop than stand and smoke like the rest and I pace the block 3 times a day where I use to just step out into the garage and smoke on the way to and from the garage bathroom. I had planned on walking the block to smoke, now I do it to control the anxiety I feel.
Man, I am still coughing, blowing my nose, taking cold medicine. I am sure Ive spent the money I would have saved in smoke on flu medication for the next month or two. I hope my case of quitting is an extreme one.
I expected to gain a lot of energy, have lots of spending money, women to throw themselves at my feet, led flashlights to arrive in the mail and many other unrelastic things Ive been told i would experience when I quit smoking. Instead I was rewarded with the flu and another false hope of a better job.
The job was for a small engine mechanic. Its in Chesterfield outside the bus line. Its for a disabled person. So, if I get my license, I can drive there, but wont be considered disabled. If I do not get my license I am still disabled, but cant get there to work it. Great world we live in huh?
Worse of yet, I want to smoke. I think nothing but about smoking, I dream about it, I catch myself trying to take a puff off my pen and everyone around me outside of the work place smokes and near me of all places. I was the only one on the bus the other day and the drive lit up. WOOHOO, way to go world, rub it in my face.