I’m three—count ’em, three—days away from quitting smoking. I’ve been obsessively-compulsively distracting myself from lighting up every 15 minutes. Among my other (#1 is noted below) distractions: walking, sewing, shopping, sleeping. Writing is not a distraction; hence, the lack of blogging. Writing makes me want to smoke. But let’s not think about that right now.
Distraction #2: Walking. The other day I walked three miles to the Pigspittle post office and back. I like looking at people’s yards. My favorite: a side yard that has a 5′ tall lighthouse, a mini-bridge that crosses a presumably mini-stream, and several bird houses on 6′ poles. It looked a little like a putt-putt golf course. The Victorian and Federal-style houses in Pigspittle’s Historic District (yes, Pigspittle has a Historic District) are decked out for the Fourth of July with red, white and blue bunting. If you had blinders on, you might think it was 1876.
Distraction #3: Sewing. A year or so ago, I bought my first sewing machine. I haven’t sewed since I was in middle school home ec. Like most other things I do in life, I’ve approached sewing with unrealistic expectations. My 7th grade sewing project? A plaid pantsuit (it was the ’70s) with bell-bottom pants and a vest. The only previous experience I had was sewing a stuffed octopus pillow out of denim. Anyway, I am no less ambitious today, determined to sew my own roman shades. I’ve made one already and thankfully the rough stitches look like they’re supposed to be rough because the fabric looks like gold crumpled paper. After experiencing “thread jam” repeatedly last night, I finally figured out that you have to change the needle every four hours or so. I’m learning. My second roman shade will be completed tonight and then it’s on to the final third.
Distraction #4: Shopping. I spent a stupid amount of money at JoAnn Fabrics buying stuff I don’t need: patterned ribbon, candles, organdy ribbon (why do I think I need so much ribbon?), a Hershey’s chocolate bar, beads. I spent two hours not smoking.
Distraction #5: Sleeping. As I mentioned before, Chantix blocks the neuro-receptors that nicotine binds to; hence, I’ve not been getting any nicotine into my system even though I’m still smoking. This means I’ve been going through withdrawal for the last week and a major withdrawal symptom is fatigue. I haven’t slept this much in years. And the dreams I have are vivid, ornate stage productions. The other night I dreamed that I was an investigative reporter and that I had uncovered some big scandal at the school board. My boss was my editor. I went to the school board’s PR person, Dana Priest—the Washington Post reporter who uncovered the Walter Reed scandal—to warn her about my news-breaking story. Another night I dreamed that David Straitharn was my doctor.
It is now 2pm and I’ve only had one cigarette today. I’m about to have my second, because I’m writing, of course.