Ffena Ffag Ffree?

Oh yeah, day 17 on the Champix - day 7 ffag ffree.

This Champix is bloody weird.  Last Saturday night something clicked in my head and the desire to smoke died an instant death.  So this is my seventh day of not smoking.  I even got through an entire working week without impaling a user on their own keyboard or, more successfully, punching the freaky programmer that we employ to produce fuck-all-in-six-months who winds me up just by breathing in and out.

Feeling Perky

I no longer wake up with a face like a pink screwed up paper bag.  The pills make me feel a bit sick but as long as I wash them down with a bit of water and a couple of Asda Smartprice bourbon biscuits (23p) I can cope with it.  The shop adjacent to where I work has reported a massive loss in revenue.  I can't remember my pin number because I haven't been to the Hole-in-the-Wall in over a week.  And the chickens think I'm dead because I'm not hanging about the back step for half the day flicking ash on their heads.

There are lots of warnings about Champix and some very nasty side effects including mood swings and even depression.  I appear to be having an exceptional experience in that I am feeling like a pig in shit and bouncing up and down like Tigger.  I love being a non-smoker, I love the money I'm not spending and I know Cariad & Angus are very proud of me.

And possibly something very good happening on the career front next week.  Should I wear a suit?