Homely Scientist

It’s been nearly a week since I really wanted to smoke.  I did have a smoke last Thursday, almost just to see if I liked/craved them.  Nope.  Since I was feeling like death anyway I didn’t notice the first days of nicotine withdrawal, which is probably a good thing.  I was more than a tad grumpy on Friday, which was probably a combination of withdrawal and just being tired of being sick.

Anyway, I weathered the weekend smoke free, even with Lorraine still smoking (for now).  Today the cravings hit.  Thank goodness there aren’t any smokes in the house or I would have broken down.  I did, however, remember that I had some of the Stage 2 (14 mg) patches in the medicine cupboard and slapped one on.

Yeah, that’s what I needed.  I’m feeling a lot sharper now.  Yeah, I’m still stuffed up, but I also don’t feel like my brain is on one planet with my body on another.

Will I succeed this time?  I don’t know.  I hope so.  In my lead up to quitting this time, I’ve been dreading it.  I just didn’t feel ready to quit.  I was enjoying smoking.  The pause, the boost, the edge.

For this go round, Lorraine and I figured the patch would be the way to go.  Since I started early being sick, I thought that I might be able to do it patchless.  Today reality came crashing down and I know that I just can’t.  I need to wean myself off nicotine.

I’m going to blog this process here.  Something like the “fat blogging” except this is “nic blogging”.  Maybe I’ll call this “Day One.

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