Inspired by various friends, my doctor and my own vanity, I’m attempting to quit smoking. Again.
This time around I’m using Champix, a prescription drug that stops nicotine getting to your ‘fuck-yes-that-feels-good’ receptors. Oh, it can also cause depression, anxiety, agitation, aggression, mood swings, hallucinations, self harm and on top of all this, difficulty sleeping.
Good times.
First up, the nausea, oh the nausea. It comes on quick and powerful, mainly when I’m walking to or from work. Walking in this morning I almost vomited on a deaf cat, so there’s that.
I’ve also got the attention span of a toddler on a 3 day Whizz-Fizz bender. One minute I’m at my desk reading a report, the next I’m downstairs in Big W examining the ingredients of kitty litter, and not entirely sure how I got there. Do you call it ingredients? Or is that just in relation to food and drugs? I should wikipedia that right now.
Okay, I’m back, did you know that training your cat to use your toilet is a thing? I just spent 20 minutes watching the training videos and frankly it seems unhygienic, and I feel a bit dirty not just because I watched multiple cats ‘eliminating’ (their prudish word, not mine), but you could TELL the cat didn’t like being filmed during this process.
Don't look at me like that, maybe if you had tried harder in school you wouldn't be in this position..
I feel the stained walls and grainy quality of the photo really adds to the seedy vibe, no?
Also, one of the videos was a bit on Sunrise with the devil, Kochie himself, so make my brain-bleach a double.
December 18, 2011 at 6:57 pm
These whizz fizz benders sound interesting… very economical. Was that where you were when we were young, and i was trying to dress you up in st kilda scarves and daisy chains?