So not a whole lot happened last night that I remember. Quite disappointing actually. I did go to a Royals game with some buddies who turned out to be Twins fans...that was quite aggravating I must tell you. Also, I'm not entirely sure why the Royals were playing in Arrowhead stadium, or why the ball they were hitting was the size of a watermellon, but they won!
Also there was a short period I remember having to do with vampires. Kelly & I have been watching a lot of True Blood lately, so that explains that.
Sorry to disappoint today, hopefully tomorrows blog will be a bit more exciting...
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Welcome to my mind...
Chantix
All medicines may cause side effects, but many people have no, or minor, side effects. Check with your doctor if any of these most COMMON side effects persist or become bothersome when using Chantix:
Constipation; gas; headache; increased appetite; nausea; stomach upset; strange dreams; taste changes; vomiting.
For those of you who don't know, Chantix is a drug developed by Pfizer to help you quit smoking. I have been taking this for the past year or so in spurts to try & quit smoking. While taking the drug, it has worked wonders for me, the problem comes when I stop taking it. A month or two in and I figure “Hey, I’m cured! Let’s go have a beer with the guys and maybe one cigarette for old times sake!” Within a week, I’m back smoking a pack a day…
I started taking it again am currently on day 3. I plan on taking it this time for at LEAST 6 months, maybe a year non-stop. I’m determined to quit smoking this time, I’m 33 years old and frankly I’m just tired of feeling tired and running out of gas when I reach the top of a staircase.
So that brings me to why I am publishing this blog. I notated above the common side effects of using Chantix. Of the list there, I have had gas (sorry Kelly), nausea, upset stomach and of course strange dreams.
When I say strange dreams, it probably doesn’t do justice for what that actually means. Terms like vivid, life-like, REAL are more appropriate. The dreams I have while taking Chantix have been exciting, terrifying and just plain odd at times. It’s almost like there isn’t a difference between waking & sleeping, just the sleeping part gets wonky. It’s like living through a Terry Gilliam movie with a black sheet over your head so everything is kind of foggy.
I’ve decided to start this blog for two reasons:
1: To share with everyone the crazy & exciting life that I lead while I’m asleep
2: A reason to keep taking Chantix to ultimately help me quit smoking
3: This will also give me something to do on my breaks at work instead of stepping outside for a cigarette
A couple of examples of my past dreams:
I was wrongfully incarcerated in prison. The entire inmate population knew that I didn’t belong there and started a riot to help me escape. My cell door opened and I ran, fighting through inmates and prison guards to make my way to the prison yard. The melee was intense, I had to use all sorts of make shift weapons (pipes, boards, a dinner tray) to beat my way through the crowd. All the while the inmates were screaming for me to run, get out of there, get back to my family! As I entered the prison yard, a SWAT team landed in a black helicopter. I grabbed a stun gun from a downed prison guard and hid behind a table. As the SWAT team ran past to join the fighting and hopefully suppress the riot, I snuck into the helicopter and used the stun gun on the pilots neck to knock him out. I drug him to the ground and then jumped in the cockpit. It was only then that I realized “CRAP!! I don’t know how to fly a helicopter!” But to my amazement, it was set up exactly like my Ford Explorer! Gas pedal, brake pedal, gear shift and even a steering wheel! As I lifted off the ground (by putting it in gear & stepping on the gas of course) I waived to all of my inmate buddies and flew off over the prison wall and towards a mountainous range where my family lived with a smile on my face…
Another time I was watching TV in the basement of our old house in Weatherby Lake with my fiancé Kelly. For those of you who know the basement well there, we were sitting on a couch under the small window in the largest room. Two guys started banging on the window, hard. The window didn’t break, but they wanted in…bad. They kept on screaming that they were going to take Kelly away from me and that I’d never see her again. At that point, I wasn’t scared, they couldn’t get in the window and all of the doors were locked. I felt a cocky kind of arrogance come over me knowing that they could not get in. Suddenly, a door that had never been there before appeared next to the couch and one of the guys kicked it in! The first man grabbed Kelly & began to pull her out of the door. I jumped up to help her but was clubbed in the head with some sort of large, knobby bat looking thing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as terrified in my life as I did then laying on the basement floor watching two men drag the woman I love away…
The dreams have started up again as of the last couple of nights. I wake in the morning feeling refreshed, but at the same time wondering where I am and why I’m not in Tokyo training for my current job in a department store that has floating flat screen TV’s everywhere. Or why the convertible Mercedes I bought with Rick & Michelle isn’t in the driveway.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy a little insight into the dreams of a man trying to quit smoking. I plan on publishing every day. They may not be all that long, just a couple of lines about what I remember, but the more I take Chantix, the more vivid the dreams get and the crazier they get. I will change the names of the innocent when necessary, so no worries there.
So to those of you who follow along, enjoy my dreams…I know I do…
All medicines may cause side effects, but many people have no, or minor, side effects. Check with your doctor if any of these most COMMON side effects persist or become bothersome when using Chantix:
Constipation; gas; headache; increased appetite; nausea; stomach upset; strange dreams; taste changes; vomiting.
For those of you who don't know, Chantix is a drug developed by Pfizer to help you quit smoking. I have been taking this for the past year or so in spurts to try & quit smoking. While taking the drug, it has worked wonders for me, the problem comes when I stop taking it. A month or two in and I figure “Hey, I’m cured! Let’s go have a beer with the guys and maybe one cigarette for old times sake!” Within a week, I’m back smoking a pack a day…
I started taking it again am currently on day 3. I plan on taking it this time for at LEAST 6 months, maybe a year non-stop. I’m determined to quit smoking this time, I’m 33 years old and frankly I’m just tired of feeling tired and running out of gas when I reach the top of a staircase.
So that brings me to why I am publishing this blog. I notated above the common side effects of using Chantix. Of the list there, I have had gas (sorry Kelly), nausea, upset stomach and of course strange dreams.
When I say strange dreams, it probably doesn’t do justice for what that actually means. Terms like vivid, life-like, REAL are more appropriate. The dreams I have while taking Chantix have been exciting, terrifying and just plain odd at times. It’s almost like there isn’t a difference between waking & sleeping, just the sleeping part gets wonky. It’s like living through a Terry Gilliam movie with a black sheet over your head so everything is kind of foggy.
I’ve decided to start this blog for two reasons:
1: To share with everyone the crazy & exciting life that I lead while I’m asleep
2: A reason to keep taking Chantix to ultimately help me quit smoking
3: This will also give me something to do on my breaks at work instead of stepping outside for a cigarette
A couple of examples of my past dreams:
I was wrongfully incarcerated in prison. The entire inmate population knew that I didn’t belong there and started a riot to help me escape. My cell door opened and I ran, fighting through inmates and prison guards to make my way to the prison yard. The melee was intense, I had to use all sorts of make shift weapons (pipes, boards, a dinner tray) to beat my way through the crowd. All the while the inmates were screaming for me to run, get out of there, get back to my family! As I entered the prison yard, a SWAT team landed in a black helicopter. I grabbed a stun gun from a downed prison guard and hid behind a table. As the SWAT team ran past to join the fighting and hopefully suppress the riot, I snuck into the helicopter and used the stun gun on the pilots neck to knock him out. I drug him to the ground and then jumped in the cockpit. It was only then that I realized “CRAP!! I don’t know how to fly a helicopter!” But to my amazement, it was set up exactly like my Ford Explorer! Gas pedal, brake pedal, gear shift and even a steering wheel! As I lifted off the ground (by putting it in gear & stepping on the gas of course) I waived to all of my inmate buddies and flew off over the prison wall and towards a mountainous range where my family lived with a smile on my face…
Another time I was watching TV in the basement of our old house in Weatherby Lake with my fiancé Kelly. For those of you who know the basement well there, we were sitting on a couch under the small window in the largest room. Two guys started banging on the window, hard. The window didn’t break, but they wanted in…bad. They kept on screaming that they were going to take Kelly away from me and that I’d never see her again. At that point, I wasn’t scared, they couldn’t get in the window and all of the doors were locked. I felt a cocky kind of arrogance come over me knowing that they could not get in. Suddenly, a door that had never been there before appeared next to the couch and one of the guys kicked it in! The first man grabbed Kelly & began to pull her out of the door. I jumped up to help her but was clubbed in the head with some sort of large, knobby bat looking thing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as terrified in my life as I did then laying on the basement floor watching two men drag the woman I love away…
The dreams have started up again as of the last couple of nights. I wake in the morning feeling refreshed, but at the same time wondering where I am and why I’m not in Tokyo training for my current job in a department store that has floating flat screen TV’s everywhere. Or why the convertible Mercedes I bought with Rick & Michelle isn’t in the driveway.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy a little insight into the dreams of a man trying to quit smoking. I plan on publishing every day. They may not be all that long, just a couple of lines about what I remember, but the more I take Chantix, the more vivid the dreams get and the crazier they get. I will change the names of the innocent when necessary, so no worries there.
So to those of you who follow along, enjoy my dreams…I know I do…
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