I ordered those patches online. They didn't show up for a week anna half. By that point, I had cut down so much that wearing the patch would have been like double or tripling my consumption. There was even a warning on the manufacturer's website that the patches were not recommended for those who smoked less than ten cigarettes per day (not sure how I missed that the first time 'round!).
I had cut down to 3-4/day, and stayed there pretty steadily for several weeks. You'd think it would be easy to drop down further from there, but that seemed to be my plateau point.
I ran out the day before last. Buying more just seemed dumb; especially so, since I was suffering from a cold.
Yesterday morning, during a visit with Z's guidance counselor, I began to feel stupidheadedlalala, so I slapped on an old Step 3 patch as soon as I got home. It had the same problem that the old Step 2s I tried had: it was beginning to fall apart. I think they just got too hot or too cold or something. No idea if it's actually done anything besides comfort me psychologically, but the comfort may be all I needed.
I forgot to take it off before falling asleep last night. I dreamt a lot, but didn't have the crazy mad dreams that nicotine patches usually provide. So, my guess is that these are defunct. I popped one on today anyway. Placebo or not, it quiets my mind. I'll probably go without tomorrow.
If things get rough, I suppose I could do gum or lozenges. But right now it looks to be easy sailing, despite the occasional roughness of the waves :)
I may be spacey for awhile. Please to be bearing wiff me!
Dude! Colour me nonsmokey!
Chat with the guidance counselor went well. Seems that Zack will be dropping out of high school next year.
OK, not really. He will probably be doing a dual enrollment in the local community college, though. He may even be able to pursue an AA in music performance, specializing in guitar, while completing his junior and senior years of high school.
Which means that the boy may be getting his Associate's degree the summer after finishing high school. And the high-school foots almost the entire bill. How freaking cool is that?
Even cooler: Paul's going for his BA in Literature at the same time, and will likely be finishing up the same time Zack gets his AA.
Even cooler still: I may go for an AA in Theatre at the same time.**
2007: Awesomest Graduation Party Ever.
In other news, I was too tired last night, but earlier this week I'd been reading Harry Potter III aloud by flashlight (actually, that should read "by torch," since we've been reading the original Brit version) to Z at bedtime. I'm loving it. It's good vocal practice for me, and ends the day on an awesome note. Paul listens, too. I figure it's only a matter of time before the cats join us as well. I hope he's never too old for stuff like this. I was actually refering to Zack there, not Paul, but I hope Paul's never too old for it, either ;)
I never read the Brit version(s) before. I like them a lot better than the Americanized version(s)!
My favourite character to read aloud so far is Stan Shunpike.
"Anyway, they cornered Black in the middle of a street full of Muggles an' Black took out 'is wand and 'e blasted 'alf the street apart, an' a wizard got it, an' so did a dozen Muggles what got in the way. 'Orrible, eh? An' you know what Black did then? Laughed. Jus' stood there an' laughed. An' when reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic got there, 'e went wiv 'em quiet as anyfink, still laughing 'is 'ead off. 'Cos 'e's mad, inee, Ern?"
What a delicious accent :)
I'm stealing this from the boy's Xanga (I really hope he doesn't mind):
Hmm...okay the point of life...well points of life (in no particular order of importance)
1. To Have Fun
2. To Love
3. To be happy with yourself
4. To help others have #'s 1, 2, & 3
Notice how making money wasn't on there. No I'm not gonna j/ throw down the "money is not important" cliche and have you swallow it like a forced side of sauerkraut. (No offense to people who like sauerkraut) Unfortuneatly due to the fact that there is not an infinite amount of everything, the money system was created. Thus, poverty and greed. Now money is so important it seems to be the only way of getting #'s 1 & 3. Ironically, the only way to defeat the money system...is to have a lot of money.
Now if you aren't having fun, being in love, having fun being in love, feeling good about yourself, having fun feeling good about yourself, feeling good about yourself for being in love, feeling good about yourself for having fun being in love, helping anyone else do these things, or working towards these things...what's the point of your life? Living to live is like the life of ants. Their sole purpose in life is insurance that the species survives. They work, they eat, they sleep. They work, they eat, they sleep. No greater cause awaits them at the end of their labors except to keep creating more laborers. X-O now i've stepped into religious territory. I'll go no farther...or at least...all give religion a post of its own later...
Is that not the coolest post ever?! I'd link directly to it, but I don't want to have virtual strangers swarming all over his Xanga. As it is, I'm toeing the delicate line as a parent between being interested and being intrusive just by reading it myself. He doesn't seem to mind that I have it bookmarked, so that's cool. I'm so glad that all three of us share the same basic concept of The Meaning of Liff.***
We all got haircuts yesterday.
When we get back from San Fran, we all want to join the local health club.
Not sure if we can swing it financially, but I hope we can.
Wow. I had something important to add here! Wish I could remember what it was...
Ah. OK, wish granted. It wasn't actually Important.
I read Blink while in Tennessee-- excellent book. My only regret was that I bought it at an aiport bookstore instead of either getting it from Amazon for $10 cheaper, or locally.
Now reading The Road to McCarthy's Bar. Can't believe I got it for under $10! Excellent book. Plus, it has an illustration of a big pint 'o Guinness on the front. Not Liffy at all :)
I'll be bringing both that book and HP3 out west with me.
I have a metric assload of work to finish today, so I'll leave this off here. This afternoon, Paul and I have a meeting with a financial advisor, then boy has geetar lessons (during which, Paul and I may raise a pint to Ireland).
Then tomorrow, it's off to San Fran. Hell. We aren't even packed. In fact, laundry isn't even started. I wonder if we'll sleep tonight?
Who cares. Liff is good :)
Hugs to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and those who don't run away quickly enough.
* Anybody want to buy a box of Nicotrol Step 2, cheap? Seriously.
** Despite my accomplishments, professional and otherwise, I never graduated from college. Maybe I should rectify that.
*** How could I know they'd feel this way? You can't tell a book by its cover.
***** Kiss me, I'm Irish! And Scottish! And English! Is it considered bad form to be listening to Eddi Reader Sings The Songs Of Robert Burns on Saint Pat's? How could it possibly be? I promise to work in some Flogging Molly and Van Morrison later.