And I just want to cry. I know that I am having a lot of problems with anger right now. A lot of it justifiable. But I somehow need to let it go. I can't do much about the situations right now. I am having a toe scan tomorrow. I had neuropathy testing last week, because my podiatrist believes that I have nerve damage in my feet. My doctor and I have been watching for diabetes for over a year now and decided just July 31st that I have it. I've been wearing diabetic socks, because my toe has been numb for a few weeks. Apparently, the podiatrist knows that my toe is numb, too. Diabetes couldn't be the cause of this. I've been seeing the podiatrist for two years. I just don't walk right. I'll be tested for learning disabilities Friday, which to some people seem silly, but there seems to be certain types of jobs and situations I can't handle. I got into a nurse practitioner program and am applying for PhD programs. Which can I do? Or neither? Then there's the sleep clinic next month. Ha! Ha! Fooled you. I couldn't sleep before I quit smoking, although it did get even worse for a while. I walked and shopped all afternoon. Bought small things. Salvadorean and Chinese food for later. Have you heard of pork and cheese pupupas and Chinese roasted pork? Yummy. Vitamin C drops... I noticed that the mom and pop stores have protest posters up. California wants to add $2.60 tax to each pack of cigarettes. The posters had some tips on them for protesting. For a half hour, I couldn't figure out if I belonged in that fight or not. Or whose side I was on. Then the junkie, who has been very active lately, got in on it, and told me that I needed to smoke as much as I could before that tax kicks in because after it does, I won't be able to afford to smoke at all. The recovery is that I do catch Nicodemon in all his silliness. However, I am clawing my way through life right now. I keep telling myself it just might be really difficult for a while, but if I just get through it today, I will probably not go through anything like it again, or at least will have more coping skills when I do. I keep reminding myself that I'm quitting for today. There is no tomorrow. I'm still quit! Hey. Hey.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 7/11/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 42
[B]Cigarettes Not