Friday 29 June 2012

Doomsday is a coming!

Yes I know the title of this post is not gramattically correct but it is a little Miia humour insider thingy few people may get (mainly the finns and some folk maybe from Yorkshire) and others will think, gosh, she can't even write properly. It has surprised me that I have readers from all sorts of places, like California, Amsterdam and China. So hello all you strangers and welcome to my nutty little world, hope you pull a pew and stay for a while and send me messages along the way.

I have just been to the non-smokers and smokers thinking about becoming non-smokers group hug meeting at the Library, from this point on will shall call it the SAS meeting, why??? because it sounds SO much cooler, and because I am damned if I will write all THAT everytime and it kinda stands for Smokers Anononymous Support, which I am sure makes sense on a grand scale! In my head anyway.

All week I have been dreading this coming Sunday, which is going to be THE DAY when I quit. New month, new life. I have to say,  in the past I have not been so keen on this group thing, but there is something about it when you listen to all these people, some are just about to quit like me, some have quit 4 days ago, some 4 weeks ago, some 10 weeks ago. They all tell you positive stuff and also things they strguggle with. And rather than feeling apprehensive I am feeling more motivated after tonights meeting, after listening to all those stories. And I recall the fantastic feeling when you had been 4 weeks without, the worst was over and you felt like a true Champion. I want to feel that again. And the feeling after 8 weeks. Top of the world. Therein lies a pitfall though, this is when you start to think that on one weak moment you can have one cigarette as you are so strong, nope, no good.

The cravings will come, they will come weeks, months, years later in the strangest of circustances and places. So from some kind of strange place inside my very soul I have to find that WILL to say NO, everytime.

Now I know my pitfalls, I know if I have one cigarette, I will have another and soon I will be back to the old habits again. So I have to be really hard on myself. I know that it gets easier after the first 7 days, I just need to get thru that hell somehow first and focus on that just now and then things will get little easier. And then I have to create this gi-normous all powerful NO that I will keep telling myself when those random cravings come.

I have had quite a bad chest infection for few weeks and every cigarette physically hurts right now and I need to remember that too. And I need to remember that I have had 4 colds this year alone and 4 sets of anibiotics, that is some kind of ridiculous and I am not going to get anibiotics this time, I will suffer thru and quit this bad habit and hope that 2014 I could have a year when I don't get any chest infections.

There was a man in the meeting who has smoked for 57 years. He is quitting next week too. As a joke he said 'because I am not ready to let my kids to cash in on that life insurance yet' I was listening to the things he said and I think he will struggle with this first attempt, but I would very much like to see him succeed, it would give me some real bounce too. Mind you as he seemed quite apprehensive and little negative but then another told his story, he had been without cigratettes for 9 weeks and he had smoked 50 years and he was happy, bouncy, positive and told us both we can do it. Good going Mick!

Work was little bit interesting today too, if all this happens on a day next week, I don't know how I might react. Had a ding dong with a lazy ass co-worker who could not be bothered to do something and decided that I was the best target to fob it off on, when he told me he was busy I told him I was very busy with breakdowns too but since he can't be arsed I will find some time to do it (in very sarcastic and slightly raised voice I might add) This resulted in him swearing and effin and blinding and going back to his desk where I am guessing fu**ing bitch and few other choice words escaped him under his breath as few other people heard him, I missed most of it, as I was actually genuienly busy and answered the phone for umpteenth time with a cheerfull voice as you do.

It did piss me off somewhat but it didn't really shake me majorly, I was too effin busy to let it. It took me 40 minutes to do what he could not bother to do instead of getting on with urgent breakdowns and invoicing which would have be far more important considering it is nearly end of the month. But no. Maybe tomorrow. If he pulls a trick like that next week when I am struggling with my cravings and stress levels at all time high, I will just punch his lights out. I know I will. SO hope he is smart enough to keep his mouth shut and stay well away from me.

Todays nicknames didn't end there, I am apparently also the Ice Maiden and big lesbian, this though came along as a joke from a co-worker who can get away with it and quite highly amused me.I was laughing with tears in my eyes as I walked away from work.

Just for the record however, I am very straight and the person who called me lesbian is very gay :)

I suppose considering that I have been single througout the 4 years with the company, I bet there are few people wondering if I really do have a lesbian harem at home, or that maybe I have had the snip like my dogs, or, OMG, maybe I am one of those gender challenged people who feel they were born in a wrong body.

Who knows. I know so much that people at our place talk a lot behind everyones back and some things are true, some opinions and some very grand speculations. And most do watch the embarassing bodies (me included)!!!

All I can say in that matter is that 6 years single, somewhere in the region of 25-30 first dates, one stalker and 3 failed attempts at a short lived relationship have not turned me into a lesbian. Yet.

Just few other pointless factoids to finish this evenings bran vomit:
Cigarettes smoked today 14
Dates 0
Wine consumed 1 bottle (this week thats all, however I do anticipate this number to increase rather dramatically on the next 2 weeks,((hence recording it)) I learnt last time that one needs to replace the cravings with either food or alcohol and considering my weight at this current moment alcohol would seem the more sensible option)
Lesbian sex 0 (just for the record)
Excersise: nope, nothing, just 2 short walks with dogs.
Music of the day: 3 Doors down Album: The better life 2007

Do tell me if there are other useless facts you would like to know about my life in my factoid file, I will be doing one now in the end of every post.

I will also be keeping food & excersise diary from Sunday, just so I can keep tabs on things, like weight gain that is inevitable unless I am at least partly sensible and start to do some excersise to collide with the non-smoking thing. That will link to my facebook, it's fitness something or rather so will keep that separate from here, unless you insist?

So once again, in the typical Miia fashion, I decide to revamp my entire life.
And you get to listen to the whine and moan when I fail, I am likely to fail at least one, maybe two, but I am damned if I fail at all three.

Besides if you don't have goals, where the hell are you headed???

Once I have done this shit out of the way, I will look into revamping rest of my life, but that is another story all together.

Thank for listening my little munchkins, have a great evening, I am gonna have a fag since I still can. Do say hello and do, oh please do comment or click that box right at the bottom, that says stupid, boring, barking mad etc. Pretty Please :D


(No way, I did spell check...there is no red underlined words, either I am AWSOME (came out in very high octave voice) or this spell check ain't very good!!!)

Friday 15 June 2012

3rd time lucky?

Well then my dear readers from all nooks and crannies of the globe. The BITCH is back.

I have been smoking like a small but very effective chimney for the past year and half. If I recall I didn't record in the blog the little incident that happened with The Evil Head Nurse of my local surgery which really drove me off the edge. I rang the queen of EVIL and asked for some help to continue on my journey to becoming a non smoker at that given time, after all in 8 months prior this devastating phone call, I had been a non-smoker for 6 months, which in my books is pretty good going for first EVER serious attempt.
Her exact words were ' Well you obviously didn't do a good job and you might as well smoke for another year since you didn't even put any effort in. I am not giving you anything until you rethink this whole thing and ring me back in a year'

I do believe I called her 'saatanan huora' which is not a very nice thing to call anybody, luckily it was Finnish so she did not have a clue, and put the phone down, ever so gently as you can imagine.

So after all this, I just thought fuck it. (and may I now at this point remind all the sensitive readers who can not handle profanities galore, to surf along now and find some pretty unicorns or something and nobody gets hurt. This is and will be my vent yet again and I will not censure anything that comes out of these fingertips)

SOOOO I have been thinking, and thinking, and thinking that I should quit again. Haven't been very motivated at all so seemed there was no point. I am still not very motivated but for some reason on Monday I decided it is time to make that appointment. I went to see my old group nurses today. I told them everything and what I wanted to do. They were very supportive, patted my back, asked me a billion questions, made me feel special by telling me I did so well last time and that I could do it again, just all those things that the EVIL bitch from hell should have said at the time and maybe I could now have been a non-smoker for 2 years.

Anyhow, better late than never.

So I have dropped off my letter to the doctors surgery to get my 1st two weeks supply of Champix again; I should get that magical packet into my hands sometime beginning of next week. Then I need to decide what day is it that I am officially going to become non-smoker again.

(damn, repeatedly typing non-smoker makes me want to have a cigarette, just a moment....)

Incredibly, I can't recall really enjoying a cigarette in the past year and a half, but since Monday this week when I decided to take the first tiny step towards non-smoking lifestyle, every single cigarette tastes magnificently delicious. Sods law.

I have just now decided my quit date. It will be 1.7.2012, this gives me 16 days to get my head into some form of shape for doing this and it gives me 16 long days to smoke to my hearts content, until I say goodbye to a lifelong friend and comforter.

Now what I need from you, yes you there in your little computer screen or mobile phone reading this, is support, may it be the genuine support, point and laugh at my pathetic post or just saying hello, I need YOU to be with me on this journey, so please people post a comment, any comment, however rude, pointless, supportive, stupid, irrelevant or obscene it may be, just comment, anything at all.

See I considered not writing a blog this time, and considered not telling anyone that I am even going to do this, but  I think, if I am to have any chance here of success at all, I need to publish and need to share, and should I fail again, it can be as epic of a fail as it was last time.
Cause that's the way I roll.

So little munchkins, do tune in, do comment and do laugh, cry and try to cope with the oncoming brain vomit written badly with a slight Finnish accent and plenty of profanity.

Let my pain be your amusement.

So mote it be.