Or at least my insides are. I have had the most horrific heartburn for the last 30 hours or so. So bad, belching, burping, hurting heartburn in the world.
I have no idea what is causing it. Maybe its the Chantix along with the Dexatrim? I don't think so, I only started the Dexatrim yesterday afternoon.
Seriously, yesterday I chugged Immodium and took Pepto Bismal tablets. Nothing is working.
What is going on here?
I know!
Maybe its part of the smoking withdrawal? Could that possibly be it? (I did slip up and have one cigarette on Friday night)(but that's it, honest).
So what can it be? Help me here!
(just a nice little spot to ramble, dream, and try out different parts of writing ventures)
Showing posts with label smoke-free and clean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smoke-free and clean. Show all posts
Monday, October 26, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Still not doing it
That's right. Pat me on the back. Give me a high five. Congratulate me. Better yet, I do accept charity.
I have not smoked in 9 days. And yes, I am even fighting with my hubby which has always been a trigger to smoke.
I rock!
Anyone else trying to quit?
I have not smoked in 9 days. And yes, I am even fighting with my hubby which has always been a trigger to smoke.
I rock!
Anyone else trying to quit?
Monday, October 19, 2009
6 days clean!
Yes, clean. From cigarettes. That's pretty damn good, don't you think?
Yes, I am taking Chantix, and it is working. The funny thing is that I haven't told anyone. Not the hubby, not the kids, not the friends, not the co-workers. And no one has noticed?
Not a single person has said anything about it to me. They just aren't noticing that I'm not going outside every hour. That I don't have an ashtray sitting in front of me at the bar. That I am not rolling down my window in the 40 degree temps to smoke in the car.
What the hell!? They are supposed to notice and be proud of me. What the hell?!
Fine, I'll just pat myself on the back. Doing good.
Yes, I am taking Chantix, and it is working. The funny thing is that I haven't told anyone. Not the hubby, not the kids, not the friends, not the co-workers. And no one has noticed?
Not a single person has said anything about it to me. They just aren't noticing that I'm not going outside every hour. That I don't have an ashtray sitting in front of me at the bar. That I am not rolling down my window in the 40 degree temps to smoke in the car.
What the hell!? They are supposed to notice and be proud of me. What the hell?!
Fine, I'll just pat myself on the back. Doing good.
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