Coming Through It Like a Champix.
Thursday, 08 May, 2008Well, two weeks without smoking. Two full weeks - no weaning or anything this time.
My Lovely Wife has been smoke-free for over a month now, and she did it by using Champix (Jules told me there is another name for it in the US of A). After feeling horrible and wanting to kill everyone around me (which they, of course, were ready to be put out of my misery) the sinus infection was the last straw. I went to the doctor and got Champix myself.
Now, there is no walking around in a rage, and there is not really any desire to smoke, even when around smokers smoking smokes right in front of me. But, there are side effects. There are the one that they warn you about at the doctor’s office and at the pharmacist’s counter. You are to watch for depression and aggression, suicidal tendancies etc. Everything that should be associated with a strong, addiction-breaking prescription. However, the blasé, not-happy, not-sad, not-angry, don’t-give-a-shit-about-much thing … I wasn’t really ready for that.
I kinda keep up with a few online forums (yes, I said forums, go tell Joel, LOL) and of late, I have given up on one, I visit the other one from time to time, and as you can see from my own Weblog here, I just seem to be out of touch. I sometimes come up with something I want to write, a comment on something, a full post of my own … then I get to the writing part and it comes out hackneyed and on the edge of belligerent or condesending or ignorant or just plain non-sequitor and I don’t bother to post.
I don’t really have the drive to do anything - even anything fun. I have not played many games online (although, I am buried in work, and haven’t had much of a chance). I have just no drive to do anything.
I mean, I am keeping up with work, notwithstanding the more than normal amount of it, and stuff is getting done. My tolerance for stupidity is completely gone, though. This is also true for my ability to ’suck it up’ when professionally insulted. It isn’t helping things overall.
I know that My Lovely Wife is going through the same things, as she has similar issues to me with regard to work … but I figure I will write my thoughts here rather than burden her with it.
At least, for her, she knows her last day is just a few months away.
Me? Looks like I am going to have to kill a bunch of people after all. Glad the Champix is covered by my insurance.
Posted by NIAC
