Finally, the fog is thinning here on Day 5. I really hate not feeling like myself...I hate it so much that I won't take anesthesia (yeah, it's spelled wrong, but I don't care right now) to get teeth filled. Ironically, the nic bitch has made me "not myself" for a long time now.
So far, the worst part has been the damn fog. I haven't been able to concentrate on a frickin' thing all week. The next worse has been my mouth screaming out for something to do...hello Jolly Ranchers. They're doing the trick so far.
I'm so disgusted with myself for being a weak chickenshit can slave for over 20 years, it makes me want to cry.