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On addictions (again)

On Friday, I was given a Nicotine patch. This is not because I told someone I rather like the smell of cigarette but won’t let myself smoke, or because I said I was feeling stressed out, it just – happened.

Oh blog readers – oh – it was the best afternoon of my life! Honestly! I was so mellow. It didn’t matter that the phone was ringing constantly and I missed two trains. Nicotine and I were together and that was all that mattered.

Have been invited out for cigarettes today. I will not go. I will not go.

I would, as MindReader said, “knowing my personality”, be on 60 a day by the end of the week.

Where were we on the embarrassing moment tally?

I am slightly drunk and in the corner shop.

What? I know.

I am also slightly drunk now.

I am over by the freezers gazing at the Ben and Jerry’s, and over by the sauces looking at the Nutella. It’s suddenly very difficult to decide what to buy.

I go to the fridge section and go about my usual business NOT WANTING TO BE DISTURBED BY ANNOYING SHOPKEEPERS.

“Alright luv,” Annoying Shopkeeper says. “Got enough coke cans there?”

I drop one. What? Isn’t it against some social code for a shopkeeper to remark on your purchases?

“What?” I say, defensive. “I like it.”

“Oh, I hate the stuff,” Annoying Shopkeeper says.

I seethe a bit. I am protective of coke. And why start a conversation about something you don’t even like? Oh, just go away will you, if I want to buy nine cans of coke when I have wine-breath I bloody well can.

Besides, it’s my business. You just sell it to me. I don’t have to say anything. Right?

Right.

“God you have got loads!” Other Shopkeeper chimes in.

“Oh, I’m having a party,” I say.

What? What? Why did I say that?

Oh, yes, hello, I’m having a party with approximately NINE people coming and, as a special treat, I am going to give them all a can of coke!!

I exit the shop, bright red, after banging my head on the door (not my fault).

Also, doctor-sister checked my foot out. It’s fine, so I don’t need to tell the surgeon I undid his good work whilst drunk

Yay, catness!

It’s been a while since I saw Merry and Pippin (and bored you all with photos of them). So here you are again – complete with hair in frighteningly non-straightened state. My hair that is. Their hair was very straight.

Suzanne and Rob were rather shifty. My birthday is coming up, and I think this is why. Mike has also been delighting in minimising emails and smirking, so something is definitely going on.

I’m hoping they got me Pippin.

Anyway, Rob managed to distract me with MENTHOL lemsip (er, no, I don’t have a cold, just a drug problem), and milky way magic stars. They were on 10p for 50 bags. So many stars :)

Transfering my addictions

Okay, I admit it, I had a hard time cutting out coffee last week. I spent rather a long time smelling the jars and moodily ordering herbal teas in between lectures. And well – I just couldn’t take it, so it lasted about 13 hours.

This week, I decided to go the whole hog. I have a generally-dodgy stomach, courtesy of my father who also gave me wild hair and bunions (didn’t I do well?) so I decided to quit dairy having heard wonders about it.

Dairy, of course, includes caffeine.

It also includes chocolate. But not eggs, I learnt.

Me: Eggs so are dairy.

Mike: [smiling. Probably because he knew what was coming] No, they’re not.

Me: But they come from co-.

Mike: There it is.

Day one saw me eating a baked potato – no butter, cheese or anything interesting – with tuna. It was so dry, I couldn’t chew it. Incidentally this reminds of a meat-eating-at-Mike’s-house story I must tell you all about at some point – do remind me if I forget.

It did get better though. I have rediscovered pasta and Dolmio. And also vegetables. I have been snacking on muesli bars, Parma Violets and Skittles. Soy milk is quite nice. As are soy yoghurts and, also, my healthy fruit of choice, glacé cherries.

The fact that I’m not giving up caffeine directly has had a good psychological effect on me. Because I am giving up dairy, I can choose to have coffee with soy milk. The fact that this makes it taste like aeroplane coffee with a SKIN ON TOP makes me not want coffee. This choice is better than army-like ban on coffee, therefore no headaches so far (which does rather worryingly make me feel I imagined them). I haven’t even had hot juice. Having a perpetual cold has made Lemsip soothers (for warm bellies on cold nights) my drink of choice.

So by this weekend I was feeling rather healthy. No dairy for a week. No coffee. Only one minor Thorntons slip.

This morning I made myself my Lemsip even though my cold symptoms had long gone. Must be habit, I thought, idly reading the box.

Contains caffeine.

Oh, bollocks.


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