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. . . for about 15 hours. But you have to give me some credit. I was actually awake for about 9 of those hours. I even threw away a cigarette. Ug, I need to quit. I can't afford it in any way, shape, or form. It's not as if I need- or even really have the capacity to tolerate- another vice making me old before my time. You would think, if nothing else, I could quit for the sake of vanity. I can't be convinced of the value of salvaging my own health and the financial debacle is just an exercise in futility. But I haven't been carded for cigarettes since I moved up here, and I can only assume it's because (gasp!) I look my age.
Maybe I can wrangle a free supply of this new Chantix crap out of Pfizer. It's alleged by many to be more effective bupropion for smoking cessation. It's also *not* a norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor, which puts it way out ahead of all the other horses as far as I'm concerned.
Topamax is making me a little bit retarded. I find myself checking dictionary.com with a heretofore unheard of frequency. In part, I seem to be succumbing to Internet Spelling Disease. ISD is usually characterized by superfluous quotation marks and inability to operate the homonym. My disglossia goes a little bit further, and in a different direction. I'm mispelling words that I've had in my lexicon for 25 years. Of course, there are countless additional words that are simply gone. And I have used dictionary.com no less than 4 times writing this paragraph. You will never guess what I used it for, though.
In less cerebral news, my foot hurts. Rather, my toe. More specifically, my second toe on the left foot hurts. I noticed this today and I am quite not happy about it. Ouch, FUCK! Sorry, just thought I'd give a visual approximation of what happened just now when I attempted to curl it downward using my hand. (Being as the muscle in that foot is dead, I can't actually move it voluntarily). Um, I really hope this is not a sign of things to come. It took almost 3 years to get back to a psuedo-normal state after the first toe was destroyed. It would suck it that were just the trigger. As much fun as the first surgery was, I can't imagine another one- let alone 4 more- matching its brilliance.
Maybe I can wrangle a free supply of this new Chantix crap out of Pfizer. It's alleged by many to be more effective bupropion for smoking cessation. It's also *not* a norepinephrine reuptake inhibitor, which puts it way out ahead of all the other horses as far as I'm concerned.
Topamax is making me a little bit retarded. I find myself checking dictionary.com with a heretofore unheard of frequency. In part, I seem to be succumbing to Internet Spelling Disease. ISD is usually characterized by superfluous quotation marks and inability to operate the homonym. My disglossia goes a little bit further, and in a different direction. I'm mispelling words that I've had in my lexicon for 25 years. Of course, there are countless additional words that are simply gone. And I have used dictionary.com no less than 4 times writing this paragraph. You will never guess what I used it for, though.
In less cerebral news, my foot hurts. Rather, my toe. More specifically, my second toe on the left foot hurts. I noticed this today and I am quite not happy about it. Ouch, FUCK! Sorry, just thought I'd give a visual approximation of what happened just now when I attempted to curl it downward using my hand. (Being as the muscle in that foot is dead, I can't actually move it voluntarily). Um, I really hope this is not a sign of things to come. It took almost 3 years to get back to a psuedo-normal state after the first toe was destroyed. It would suck it that were just the trigger. As much fun as the first surgery was, I can't imagine another one- let alone 4 more- matching its brilliance.