A friend whom I hadn’t seen in quite awhile dropped in and, man, have I become sensitive to smokers since I quit. And to think, I used to smell like that and never even knew it. (Unless my mother mentioned it and she I would forget.) Anyway, I’m doubly glad I quit. It’s been l6 months plus.
I’ve smoked for about 16 years now I think. All I can say is when they do my autopsy they’re going to smell beer and soot probably.
I’m trying to lay off, but I’m just at my wits end on some areas of my life. I’m absolutely livid in many ways, yet too worn and tired and tortured to express myself.
When you are ready to quit, you will.
I don’t think I’m ever going to be ready to do much of anything. They’ve taken as much as they can from me, I feel slandered by these hallucinations and there’s no avoiding it. Not to mention I forgot to take my morning meds and didn’t get them in me till the afternoon. Damn, I forgot my meds again for dinner!
Oh no! Maybe you should set an alarm on your phone that goes off when it’s time to take your meds. That’s what I do, because otherwise I’ll forget.