Well what on Mars did those posts sound like yesterday. I didn’t die or have my favourite hamster top himself. I was doing the simple act of giving up smoking.
Y’know what, it’s not been bad at all. I noticed on getting back home that my fingers had managed to get to that browny yellow tinge again. Months of smoking outside in the freezing cold had made them remarkably normal coloured as I’d been wearing gloves all the time. The nice weather had demoted the glove to the sock drawer and my fingers were stained and smelly. So on getting home I went straight to the bathroom and scrubbed them with the nailbrush till they were much less of an affront on the senses.
A night in bed, a shower, a superteethbrush and on with my first 14mg NiQuitClear patch and no bothers all day. Having had my lunch I fancied one, but remembered the feeling of nastiness that I would have to suffer after the tiny pleasures of the first puffs. Like I said no bother at all, for me the test is the first stressful thing I come across where reaching for the nearest newsagent is the instant response. I think it’s just the excuse of the moment to do it, when I’ve analysed it it really doesn’t help, I barely notice the hit now, even after weeks off, it presents itself more like dizziness and why am I doing this and why do I feel the need to carry on till the box is empty.
Who cares anyway, the day is over and now it’s the sleep of the dead, the first night of not smoking where sleep comes thick and fast, a day’s sleep in hours. Also the wonders of deep sleep with patch enhanced dayglo technicolour dreams, gord bless em all.
Well hopefully anyway, not too sure if that’s night number one or two?
Anyway day one analysis, fingers better much less smelly too, chest still a bit thick, death breath still, patch has stopped edgyness, skin still a mess, throat still thick, car less smelly, £8 richer, circulation not noticeably better, no exercise yet, no friends lost or people shouted at 🙂 not bad, things getting better.