Saturday, October 18, 1997 08:28

A busy busy night... which was really good, I had practically no time to feel sorry for myself, or think about smoking. I've now gone 49+ hours. Yes, I'm kinda proud of myself.

I'm having to stay up to take delivery on our caddy, the guy's supposed to bring it over around 09:00, and Karen is gone off to the Maple Leaf Festival with a friend. Lacee spent the night with Karen, and she's still sleeping, I need to wake her up and take her home soon, too.

Another young person seriously, probably fatally, injured in a car wreck last night. every weekend there is at least one teen killed here, if not more. I'm getting pretty sick of it. The girl from last night has a fair chance of surviving and leading a kinda normal life. Not a good chance. She probably would not have been injured if she'd been wearing her seat belt. She was thrown out of her pickup.

The urge to smoke hits me and lasts about two minutes. This happens every three minutes. It goes away. It always goes away, whether you smoke or not.

I am coughing more now. This is a normal reaction for people who quit smoking. The cillia in the bronchial tubes starts coming back to life, and pushing shit out of your lungs. It accumulates, and you cough it up. Not fun, but there is an end in sight. Pretty soon, my lungs will be all cleared up, just like a twenty-year-old who never smoked. Yeah, right.

I am not going to let this effort be in vain. I am not.