crawling out of the Abyss o' Phlegm, clutching kleenex...

[katallison]

Of the good: Fever broke last night, and today I was actually able to sit upright, go to work, and in general do something besides huddle under the comforter in endless hours of restless sweaty fever-dreams.

Of the bad: Nothing gives you that "Welcome back!" feeling like arriving at the office, shaky and wheezing, to find seventeen voicemails, uncounted e-mails, and great stacks of memoranda, all of which should have been dealt with two or three days ago. Also, I miss my endless hours of fever-dreams, which were far more interesting than anything that's going on at work.

Of the good: Still have not touched a cigarette since Sunday night.

Of the bad: You know something I forgot? I forgot that nicotine is a really effective appetite suppressant, and had figured that my general diminution of appetite over the past few years was just due to age or something. But now that I'm not smoking, I'm, like -- rrRRAAARRRHHHhhh!! HUNGRY!! rrRRAAARRRHHHhhh!! -- all the freakin' time. And since few things bore me more than the need to feed myself at regular intervals, this is a massive drag.

Of the good: The fact that I am still sore-throated and coughing like a bastard makes me less inclined to want to sneak out and buy a pack of smokes.

Of the bad: But I can tell, just from whipping out this silly LJ entry, that trying to write without smoking is going to be ... well, a challenge. :: twitch. twitch. ::

And thank you very much to all the kind and lovely folks who sent me get-well wishes; I would have acknowledged you all individually if I were a decent person, or had, y'know, been able to sit upright and type actual words. But I send you grateful smooches.

Comments

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

And of the Very Big Good, the fact that you've stopped smoking despite the massive forces lining up against you in this undertaking. For my friends who stopped smoking, the biggest issue was, and continues to bem the loss of the familiar activity of smoking when it was combined with other activities - such as smoking while on the phone. Most of them have fought the battle and won, and I send my strength and theirs, to you.

As for me, I never really smoked. My motto is, why put it in your mouth if you can't eat it? Which goes a long way to explaining my hips and my other, er, oral fixations.