Well, it's been a struggle without cigs... today was the worst day yet. Considering I didn't get to sleep until after 2:30am and the alarm went off at 6:30am, it's been a day from hell. After spending over an hour on the phone this morning trying to see if I could get some help from either Regence Blue Cross, the benefit board, or the Stop Smoking Line, I was told that after two weeks, nicotine patches would make me sick to my stomach. Great, f-ing great. Meanwhile, I'm turning into the mean, nasty troll (no pun or truth intended) that lives down the hall. Talk about feeling like shit. So far, I've been able to maintain and not freak out on anyone... but I can feel it coming. The first dumb ass biyatch that walks into the office and says something stupid will get more than an ear full.
F U D G E ! as my stepmonster used to say...
instead of saying fuck. I need a back rub, a soak in a hot tub, and no more food. Time for sleep... I hope. Peace!
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