Well, time to swish with the warm salt water. Still no pain, and now it doesn’t even hurt when I open my jaw really wide.
I was down to four cigarettes Friday and four on Saturday (sorry) but I smoked the last half-one last night, and I have no more. I have no intention of running out today and buying more. So now it’s just me and the patch.
(Yes, I am a moron for smoking and trying to use the patch, too. I’d rip it off, skulk outside and smoke half or a third of a cigarette, and then come back and put it back on. With extra scotch tape to keep it there. On my boob, so the bra also helps hold it against my skin.
Anyway, I am a moron, so please don’t jump on me for doing that, I know, I know…)
Last time I quit, it was cold turkey, and the physical symptoms were incredibly miserable. I ran the whole gamut of emotions, and also got sleepy, stupid, indigestion and all that. It lasted long enough that I was scared to try and quit again. That’s how rough it was cold turkey.
With the patch, I am not experiencing much craving–today. Maybe knowing there are no more cigarettes in the house and no plans for more is helping. It’s the habit and the pleasure that I miss.
I actually enjoyed smoking. I did not enjoy the smell on me, the cost, and the NEEDING to have cigarettes. Having to always stop and buy them bugged me. I can’t smoke casually; I’m either a smoker or I’m not smoking.
I haven’t told my husband that I’m trying again; I don’t want the pressure. I think he’s assuming I’m smoking when I take the dog outside or wander outside to garden or weed a bit (it’s actually not raining today). He hasn’t noticed the lack o’ stink! Weird.