Six days of horror: that describes my experience trying to quit this loathsome habit.
Six days I went without tobacco, feeling worse with each passing day. Crying so frequently that my eyes were swollen; the cravings are horrific nor do they actually go away. I caved and picked up a pack of cigarettes today … I was so tired of being a basket case. Of whining and moaning.
I'm already planning to quit again. If I could find a sympathetic hospital who would put me into an induced coma for the next month, that would be great. If I were able to sleep like I wanted to that would be helpful, too. I would get up long enough to use the restroom. Anything to rid myself of this horrible habit.
