Stopping Smoking
About a year ago I managed to stop smoking for roughly a month, after suffering some really bad flu type thing, man I was so ill that I slept for about 35hrs on and off with short intervals so I could go pee, but that was all I woke for. I then went out drinking with a few friends and within a few short hours I was smoking again.
A few months ago we went over to see Helen’s Parents, just before we set off back the petrol gauge was over quarter of a tank, now I know that car eats petrol, but this was ridiculas only 5 minutes into our journey back the car started to jerk, guess what, and if you guess wrong then you must be slow…………… Yep the petrol was running out, well I think it actually was out, we must of been running on fumes, shame the car doesn’t run on fart power, we could of gone for miles then 
We rolled up just before a roundabout, I could of set the bloody thing on fire, as just over the roundabout and up a small hill was a petrol station, it was out of sight but I knew it was there. Now I had a brainstorm, it wasn’t anything genius in fact I think it sounds rather dumb now, I just figured if I got the car over the roundabout and onto the start of the hill, if there was anything in the tank at all then it may fall to the back of the tank.
So Helen sits in the drivers seat and I start to push, there’s a car coming down the hill to the roundabout a good distance away, enough time to get the car over the roundabout however Helen then decided otherwise and hits the breaks. It had only taken me all my time to get the bloody thing to role and I ain’t exactly the fittest person in the world, just the thought of exercise makes me sweat and pant for breath.
After that devastating stop, my heart beating ten to dozen, the car passes and I’m pushing again, over the roundabout we go and onto the incline, until I couldn’t push any more. Helen moved over to the passengers side, I jumped in and then as if by magic the car started, we juddered to the top of the hill, round the next roundabout and into the petrol station.
I felt like shit for the rest of the evening and the following few days, for some reason I lost my enjoyment for smoking that day and yes before I really enjoyed it before, now it was different noticed how often I got out of breath, I was needing breath after just running to the top of the stairs now that’s just not right. Obviously this got me thinking more about my father too, whom died just over 2 years ago from terminal lung cancer.
Even though I was no longer enjoying the smoke, I still continued to do so, the addiction just never let up.
Something had to give, so I phoned the doctors and they put me in touch with this ‘stopping smoking clinic’, made an appointment and then popped along a few days later the pharmacy ripped me of for some £6.85 which apparently is a bargain for the nicorette inhalator.
I still had the occasional few fags, and couldn’t stop however for some strange reason last Friday the need stopped, perhaps it’s more psychological as the craving continues.
Now it’s been a week and two days since I last had a ciggie.
I could murder one right now, but lets not.
Words and sayings I like
Yeah some these are considered strong words, should I say parental guidance advised?
Now lets just get this straight, I’m not sexist, racist, I’m not homophobic, I believe in equality, this doesn’t mean I can’t have freedom of speech, and this doesn’t mean I can’t take the piss, people take the piss out of me, in fact god did fantastic job as well.
All I’m saying is that if you find or take offence in anything I say, then this is your choice to do so, and perhaps you shouldn’t be so fucking sensitive. if you still continue to read and then take offence perhaps consider visiting this link
lol
Wounds are not cast by words,
they are received by emotion.
Cunt – Yes I love this word it’s so naughty, so dirty and disgusting yet it just rolls of the tong
Fuckwit – Don’t know why, just love the sound of it
Stinky niks – As in stinky knickers, another one I love, don’t know why. I call it the missus and she slaps me hard every time, don’t know why she’d do a thing like that though.
You lie, like a cheap watch – I heard my father say this a few times and it always stuck with me.
There are three kinds of lies. lies, damn lies and then there are statistics – Another one I heard my father use.
Get ya sen felt (get yourself felt) – I suppose a nice way of telling someone to go f**k themselves.
Shit shoveller – Need I say more.
Get in the kitchen – muhahahahahahha
OK maybe not that bad, and it was rather short as well, my memory fails me sometimes as I’m sure there are more words in my vocabulary and more sayings I use. lol
I’ve no idea why
I have absolutely no idea why the hell I’ve created this little blog for myself, over the years I’ve often seen other people doing similar things and thinking to myself it’s a little vein or self-righteous.
Maybe I had an epiphany and never realised, but I woke up one morning and thought shit man where has my life really gone, and why the hell don’t I remember it all if the human mind is so complex and capable of holding masses of information. Anyway about 5 minutes later I forgot about that and started doing something totally different, don’t ask me what though as I don’t remember that either.
OK this is starting to drag out a little so lets cut it short, later on I was driving into town, pulled over to take a call, and a traffic warden approached my vehicle and in some stern words “You can’t park there, move on”, I replied “but I pulled over to take a call so not to cause accident”, and his final words were “move on”.
The prick, yeah you heard me, the fucking prick……………………………………..
The police quite rightly don’t want you to drive and use your mobile phone, which is understandable, heck when I see someone on their phone whilst driving I hurl some gentle abuse at them, I suppose I’m a hipercrit and so are you, as we’v all probably done it once, but we later see the error of our ways.
So why am I pissed?
Simple, Police don’t let you drive and use your mobile (see above, I agree you shouldn’t), but then if you pull over to a safe place the traffic warden is rude, abrupt and quite bluntly a twat about it, I wasn’t causing hazard, I wasn’t in the way, it was off the road, and there were no other traffic, yes it was a double yellow, but he couldn’t give me 5 minutes to take an important phone call, it was like he wanted me to drive whilst being on the phone.
Whats the point in abiding by the law, when you get treated like crap for doing so.
On the up side congratulations to my cousin Steve and his wife Sarah, they had a baby girl, named her Jasmin, she is so darn beautiful, must of been the milkman’s.