Tuesday, September 2, 2014

19 hours and 30 minutes since my last cigarette.

I want to ask you to forgive me, for the lack of pizazz on this blog post. 1: I'm brand new here. And 2: I'm posting from my phone. Oh dear. Here goes.

The first time I lit a cigarette, and tried to smoke, I was 11 years old. Scary? Yeah. I choked on that first drag. I couldn't understand why so many people in my life were smoking. Then, I was told by a close friend "It'll get better, the more you do it."
"Okay", I thought, "I'll just keep practicing. I'll get the hang of it soon."

And, WOW, did I get the hang of it.

By age 13, I was buying my own cigarettes, with my own money, because they were less than $2/pack. Of course, back then, a whole pack would last a week, and that was me sharing with all of my friends in our neighborhood.

At age 21, I was smoking a little less than half a pack a day, until I found out I was pregnant. I put the cigarettes down, to better my baby's chances at life. After having my baby, I wanted to breast feed. The nurse told me she recommended waiting until I was finished breastfeeding, before I started smoking again. And if I couldn't wait, to smoke less than 3 cigarettes a day. I stayed under 3 a day.

2 days ago, at 31, I was smoking about a pack a day. Yikes!

Things needed to change.

 So, here I am, 20 years later, quitting. QUITTING!!!

I am using a nicotine patch, to help me out.

So far, I've only had 1 craving, and I decided to tweeze my eyebrows. (I needed my hands to be doing something productive)

I did notice, my dreams are insane, while wearing the patch. Sometimes, I had crazy dreams, before, so I am unsure if it really is because of the patch, or if I was just due for my crazy dream of the month. I will continue wearing this patch, for the rest of the week, just to make sure. If the dreams continue, I will remove it, before bedtime. 😉

Last night, I dreamed we were at the store, and people started eating each other. So, we went home, packed our bags, and drove to my uncle's house. We set up a tent in his yard. (I have no idea) My husband's aunt was there. (My uncle has never even meet his aunt). We told him we needed guns, and that we preferred hand guns, because they were easier to aim. He brought us double barrel shotguns, and "ammo". The bullets looked like mini iron boats. About 6 inches long, and extremely heavy.

Weird, right??

Are you a quitter?

If so, did you quit cold turkey, or use a nicotine  replacement, or maybe chantix?

When was it the hardest for you? Right after quitting, weeks, years?

And, last, tell me your craziest dream, that you remember, while using chantix or a nicotine patch.



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