The Quitting of the Smoking with Megan

ONE WEEK INTO THE QUIT:

June 7, 2008: Me to Megan:
Holy Fucking Shit. Still.

I'm so happy that you are out and about and opening up and all of that...this is all good. I'm having a bit of a bad day...[REDACTED]...My space feels crammed up with garbage...a whole other thing. And I'm not feeling very happy coupley with Paul at all today and don't feel like going out to dinner with another (very nice) couple we hardly know. And, because I'm so goddam stubborn, I probably won't go and he'll go on his own, signalling the downward spiral of our relationship and then yuck yuck yuck. But why should I go out and fake it. This is the one thing I refuse to do. Fuck. Yes...feeling bitter over gawdknowswhatall. [REDACTED].

50 DAYS LATER:
July 20, 2008: Me to Megan:
Maybe you thought that I'd given in to the devil weed... Not yet. But it has been 50 days ferchrissakes and I had to write to someone, especially youze. [REDACTED]. I did run into an asshole who told me "Ah you could slip...very likely." Me, I wanted to kick his ass; instead, I got all agitated in my head and wanted to go home. Oh well.

TWO MONTH POINT:
August 1, 2008: Me to Megan:
Here's whassup with me: you are on facebook. That is what's up with me.
I have been on FIRE...in a bad way. Terrible terrible bad moods, picking fights, unable to stop myself from ranting. What is the deal with that? I don't think I can blame it on the quitting of the smoking, though I'm off the stupid gum and lozenges...it's been almost 2 weeks. My inner teenager is all about the "it's not fair" shit. Jesus...

SWEETNESS AND LIGHT -- One month prior to the quit.

Mid May 2008: Megan to Me:
I'm committed to the June 1st.
Even thinking about the crackbook. That way, I can speak to you more
directly. [REDACTED]. My friend Mary is coming back from England on the 31st so I'll have my last blow out with her…beer 'n' smokes.

May 20, 2008: Megan to Me:
If we win a crap load of money...I might take myself to a fat farm spa
like dealeo to assist with the detox part. From what I remember from
the last time I quit in Mtl...I seem to remember having cramps in my
belly for several days. I think the nicotine detox takes about a week
or so to actually leave the body. The psychological stuff takes years
and therapy.
With appreciation,
Wadada Wadada (that means love)

May 21, 2008: Me to Megan:
Hey Megan, or should I say Wadada Wadada -- Actually, I searched Facebook today and there are quite a number of folks with this as part of their name...from Uganda mostly.
Thank you so much for reinvesting the winnings. I plan to buy some Nicorettes this week. In other ironic news, May 31st is (apparently) national no tobacco day -- they can shove that if it's our last chance for a smoke.
xoxoxoxm

May 30, 2008: Me to Megan:
[REDACTED]
We are gonna be nonsmokers!
love you xom