Day three

Dreamt of Tyrannosaurus Saurus Rex’s last night, there was something else that was rather good but for the life of me I cannot remember what is was. Still though nothing extraordinary or wonderful.

Side effect of my smoking was my desire to hide it, one tactic was to have lots of Extra Strong Mints. Whenever I came in from seeing the chickens – yet again – it was a quick munch of a mint before I gave my little daughter a hug. Before visiting my parents it would be a double hit of the Extra Strong ones before seeing my severely anti-smoking Dad (who thought I’d given up years back, after a campaign of anti-ciggie activism, shock and awe) Mum doesn’t take it so seriously but for all our sakes it’s worth it. Still all in I was getting nearly a full roll down my neck and it wasn’t doing my toothies any favours. Throw into the mix the double whammy of smoking and my teeth were getting a bit shameful. Anyway it all came to a perhaps coinci-dental head last week when a huge molar filling just dropped out at breakfast. I’d planned to go to my dentist for years but I was embarrassed about taking up smoking again and being our family dentist I thought there might be a chance he’d shop me to Pops despite his Hippocratic oath. Normally I’d religiously go every six months but this visit would be the acid test for all things oral.

Anyway interestingly I had a clean bill of health on the tooth front on visiting Fred Fleming, but the rather large hole needed to be filled, it was on the edge of a crown but after three jabs and some skilful work (Fred is the best dentist) I have lovely white filling replacing my old black one. I asked some questions though having the ear of such an experienced surgeon and he reckoned my teeth remained healthy with little increase in gum shrinkage. I can only attribute this to my extreme cleaning regime but I have been fortunate. Fred reckons – well knows – smoking is about as bad as it gets for teeth, staining caused by smoking is far worse than coffee. What accentuates the impression of gum shrinkage is where the tops of roots are exposed, the stain attaches more to the root than the tooth and hey presto you look terrible. Anyway I had a polish and things are looking better already, the mints will be consigned to the bin and I’ll carry on with my cleaning regime and see if I can have extra white toothies in the future. I reckon – well I don’t know – that teeth can dictate how long you’re going to live, not only that but a good set of gnashers can knock years off you. So no smoking and lots of other things to work on but I’ll have to get something done and noted on teeth health.

So breath a lot better but still not perfect, lungs feeling better but I have this strange feeling of a faint smoky gas in the back of my throat – sounds crazy, difficult to describe but it’s there. Skin is getting warmer and feels more fleshy, my aherm (this is important y’know) willy (tadger, John Thomas, buster, pork sword etc) aherm feels more fulfilled and perky, which is a good thing. I’ve not had any problems in this area, I’m a very fortunate man, but when smoking I am aware that it’s not as good as it can be. This is muchos better already.

Skin still not great, I’ll explain, I have great skin and I’m aware I’m no spring chicken but since starting again a year and a half ago my skin in places seems to have aged exponentially. I still have good skin but my hands have always been my picture owned by Dorian Grey. The backs of my hands now have faint spots and can look really crinkly in certain poses. The skin at the bottom of my neck is getting a bit turtley especially when I turn my neck. I refuse to keep these so I’m going to take them on and as we’ll as get fit I’m going to try to remedy these too.

Anyway I’m late on my patch today and getting a bit crabby so off to bed I go. A patch before bed, hmmm that might be fun…. Or stupid.