Day Four - The Cough

It's started. That little cough that they say you get when you quit. It's not a wretching, puke out the phlegm choke. More of a little tickle "keff, keff" kind of a thing. It's been said that this is your lungs working to clean themselves out. Bleah. Hopefully, it won't last that long.

Another side effect is that I swear I have increased energy levels to do things. This is a good thing, given that we've spent the last couple of days preparing for Stevi's funeral arrangements - you need all the energy you can get.

Other than that, the quitting part is still relatively easy. Interestingly, the more days go by, the less I want one. I just think about all those years of being in discomfort from smoking, and I really don't want to light up.

L8tr...into the weekend...