Diary of an Ex-Smoker

Hey its Gary McCoy and last Friday, May 25th at 12 noon, I ran out of cigarettes.  And then I quit 'em.  With no real planning or forethought, I just decided I'd smoked long enough.  Sure, people have told me for years about the dangers of smoking.  Hey, I even had a heart attack 7 years ago, but nothing really moved me to quit like my youngest son, Colt.  He was relentless. " Dad, when you gonna stop?"  "Dad, you need to quit."  "Dad, is today the day you stop?"  So, Friday when the pack ran out, I didn't replace it AND I'M MISERABLE.  My brain feels like it went to sleep...yeah, the same way your leg feels when it does that.  My speech is slurred, everything takes longer than before (just typing these words is a challenge) but I know that ultimately it'll be the best thing I've ever done.  However, right now I want to kill everyone.  Heaven forbid anyone to disagree with me...or agree with me.  Talk to me or avoid me....either way, I'm a lit fuse and could go off with little or no notice.  I'm not using the nicorette gum or the patch, don't want the Chantix drug...just chewing on plastic straws on sucking on sugar free candies.  

Tracy brought me a bag full of 'em this morning (see the picture) and as I started going through them, I asked what the package of wet wipes was for.  She said "Oh, that's for the problem you'll have with your stomach from eating all that sugar free candy".....great, now I've got that to think about....at least it'll keep my mind off wanting another smoke.  Wish me luck and if you've got any tips to help me through this, please send 'em my way.

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