I am trying to stop smoking.
It’s really depressing. I have tried to stop I don’t know how many times. I won’t go into that. It’s a pretty pathetic story.
I am at a spot in the process I know all too well. It’s the I-Am-Stuck spot. I have cut back for several days to 1 cigarette one day, then 2.5 the next, then back to 2, and I can’t seem to get over that final hump.
Meanwhile the withdrawal is killing me. I can’t concentrate on anything. I can’t read. I can’t write. If I try to watch a movie, the damn thing irritates me so much I want to throw things.
I ache all over. My face hurts!
I saw my psychiatrist Friday, for one of my thrice annual visits; I told him what I was doing and so we decided to up the Wellbutrin from a mere 75 milligrams per day to 150. So far that has made no difference.
Well, maybe it did because last night I tried to go sleep but had this ringing or more like high pitched screaming in my left ear. Tinnitus, I guess. So I couldn’t get to sleep. I got up and walked around and jumped up and down and hit myself up aside the head and opened my mouth as far as I could and squirted liquid in my ear, and still the noise wouldn’t go away. So I got maybe 5 hours sleep. Not nearly enough—by about half.
This morning, thank god, it’s still there but much, much reduced from last night.
But now I feel anxious that I am going deaf…maybe that noise was the last squeal of a dying ear nerve or something.
And anxiety is really not good when one is trying to stop smoking. I have plenty of that anyway without having to worry about going deaf.
I need to clean my ears more because I lot of ugly stuff came out when I squirted water up there with a little plastic squirter.
