I am on the ninth day of the Chantix and yesterday was supposed to be the day that I quit smoking. I did OK I suppose. From the time I got up at 4:30 a.m. until I got home from work last night and went to bed 18 hours later I smoked maybe ten cigarettes. You may think that’s a lot but considering that I generally smoke at least 2-2.5 packs a day just cutting down to ten is like quitting smoking for two of you. 🙂
Yeah, maybe my warped sense of logic is stupid but it is mine.
I feel like cutting the heads off of people and crapping down their throat right now.
Haven’t had a smoke yet and I have been up for about 45 minutes. I made sure not to bring any home last night because I want to try and go as long as possible today. Undoubtedly I will end up smoking at some point but if I can improve or cut yesterday’s in half I will consider that a win.
I think perhaps the Chantix isn’t quite so good if you are/have to deal with depression. A friend of our’s was taking it and had to stop and of course I am crazy as a shithouse rat myself but the last three or four days I have really been a bastard to everyone.
I’ve been trying to be quiet and keep to myself and when it’s really bad I just nap but I don’t have those options at work, which is where the real short bus fuckers reside. I am right on the edge and am really afraid I am going to snap on one of them. Luckily today and tomorrow I am at my best store and if I ask them to leave me alone they pretty much will.
Traded my off days with one of my manager’s who wants to go skiing the weekend prior to my vacation. That puts me working eight days straight this week but I did manage to take this coming weekend off, which is cool. That means I can go meet up with some blogger types Saturday night and have a few beers. You know, like the Bar Social Butterfly does…