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Dec. 17th, 2010 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quiregrrlIt's so long since I've posted in here... much has happened... futile to try and write about it all so I will just do the highlights...
Tassie holiday was awesome, TNF is excellent for holidaying with, there was some sightseeing, and patting of native animals, and foraging on beaches, and buying (and subsequent nomming) of outstanding produce, and lazing about, and sleeping in, and it was all in all quite wonderful.
Social life remains primarily limited to three frequent regular people and one semi-regular person, with inclusions of others varying from 'moderately regular', to 'sporadic', to 'you are basically dead to me'. This system/level of interaction is working really well for me. Recent social highlight was brunch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
razorsharpblade and jeneration who were in Sydney for a swift visit for Stereosonic, it was an absolute delight to spend some face time with them :)
I have now been a non-smoker for one whole week. It's going surprisingly well, and has been astonishingly easier than I thought. I was a bit worried as Designated Quit Day (10th Dec) approached, as i had completely fallen off the 10 week reduction plan and was smoking way more than I had intended to be smoking come quit day, although still much less than I had been 10 weeks earlier, so not a complete failure really... but yes, turns out it's easier to just not smoke at all than it is to smoke a little. The cautionary message there is, of course, that I am unable to ever "just have one", which I already suspected, but I haven't even used nicotine gum past the first couple of days, and I am not having cravings or feeling particularly nasty side effects (well, now). The only ... leaning... toward smoking now is purely one of habit/ritual/muscle memory, I catch myself reaching into my bag for my smokes because I am waiting for a bus, before remembering that I don't smoke anymore... the first few days this realisation caused some consternation... I mean, what does one do to make the bus come sooner if not a smoker?? But now i am resigned to just waiting it out. I am proud of myself in a way I haven't been in years for accomplishing this. It makes my other plans/goals seem more possible. Achievable even. We shall see.
Work is ok... the first week I was on holidays the other Tammy and the Potplant were both off sick on the same day, which meant our "manager" had to cover referrals for the day, this gave her a new appreciation for what we do, and i think my absence for nearly 3 weeks gave her a new appreciation for me... she's certainly been a lot nicer and far more respectful since I came back... and it was highly gratifying on my first day back to be met with obvious enthusiastic relief at my return.
Health is... not peak, but I am already noticing the benefits of not smoking, and I have plans. At the moment, it is the GP's opinion that I most likely have a broken rib or two, which would be the result of me falling out of bed last week. Alas, there is no awesome story of wild romping adult time to explain the tumble from bed, it was purely a case of bad dream/semi-awake disorientation. I have been putting up with rather nasty pain over my rib area on the right for a week, Wednesday night ate something that disagreed with me causing vomiting, which hurt an awful lot, so i was a sooky lala and didn't go to work yesterday, went to the doctor who poked and prodded and made me twist and bend and said that she believes there be broken bits rather than pulled bits. She offered an x-ray, but it would have meant hanging around for another hour waiting, and she said the treatment would be pretty much the same, so i didn't really see the point. I kind of wish I had now though. Anyhow, i feel better about being such a wussy sooky lala about the pain over the past week, and I also feel incredibly tough and hard-core because I helped carry a washing machine last Saturday. And wiggle-walked another washing machine from my kitchen to the stair-well. And moved several large piles of books on Sunday. I am SO TOUGH!
Tassie holiday was awesome, TNF is excellent for holidaying with, there was some sightseeing, and patting of native animals, and foraging on beaches, and buying (and subsequent nomming) of outstanding produce, and lazing about, and sleeping in, and it was all in all quite wonderful.
Social life remains primarily limited to three frequent regular people and one semi-regular person, with inclusions of others varying from 'moderately regular', to 'sporadic', to 'you are basically dead to me'. This system/level of interaction is working really well for me. Recent social highlight was brunch with
razorsharpblade and jeneration who were in Sydney for a swift visit for Stereosonic, it was an absolute delight to spend some face time with them :) I have now been a non-smoker for one whole week. It's going surprisingly well, and has been astonishingly easier than I thought. I was a bit worried as Designated Quit Day (10th Dec) approached, as i had completely fallen off the 10 week reduction plan and was smoking way more than I had intended to be smoking come quit day, although still much less than I had been 10 weeks earlier, so not a complete failure really... but yes, turns out it's easier to just not smoke at all than it is to smoke a little. The cautionary message there is, of course, that I am unable to ever "just have one", which I already suspected, but I haven't even used nicotine gum past the first couple of days, and I am not having cravings or feeling particularly nasty side effects (well, now). The only ... leaning... toward smoking now is purely one of habit/ritual/muscle memory, I catch myself reaching into my bag for my smokes because I am waiting for a bus, before remembering that I don't smoke anymore... the first few days this realisation caused some consternation... I mean, what does one do to make the bus come sooner if not a smoker?? But now i am resigned to just waiting it out. I am proud of myself in a way I haven't been in years for accomplishing this. It makes my other plans/goals seem more possible. Achievable even. We shall see.
Work is ok... the first week I was on holidays the other Tammy and the Potplant were both off sick on the same day, which meant our "manager" had to cover referrals for the day, this gave her a new appreciation for what we do, and i think my absence for nearly 3 weeks gave her a new appreciation for me... she's certainly been a lot nicer and far more respectful since I came back... and it was highly gratifying on my first day back to be met with obvious enthusiastic relief at my return.
Health is... not peak, but I am already noticing the benefits of not smoking, and I have plans. At the moment, it is the GP's opinion that I most likely have a broken rib or two, which would be the result of me falling out of bed last week. Alas, there is no awesome story of wild romping adult time to explain the tumble from bed, it was purely a case of bad dream/semi-awake disorientation. I have been putting up with rather nasty pain over my rib area on the right for a week, Wednesday night ate something that disagreed with me causing vomiting, which hurt an awful lot, so i was a sooky lala and didn't go to work yesterday, went to the doctor who poked and prodded and made me twist and bend and said that she believes there be broken bits rather than pulled bits. She offered an x-ray, but it would have meant hanging around for another hour waiting, and she said the treatment would be pretty much the same, so i didn't really see the point. I kind of wish I had now though. Anyhow, i feel better about being such a wussy sooky lala about the pain over the past week, and I also feel incredibly tough and hard-core because I helped carry a washing machine last Saturday. And wiggle-walked another washing machine from my kitchen to the stair-well. And moved several large piles of books on Sunday. I am SO TOUGH!
