Yesterday was day two of my quit. It wasn't pretty at all. Not much different from day one but not a total nightmare as I knew what to expect. I was crying, chanting "Not One" and knitting. I did sleep a lot for the first half of the day. The second half seemed a bit easier getting through as I cried, chanted and cleaned. I went OCD on my floors. What today will bring I don't know. I'm taking it moment by moment. I do know I woke up with an attitude. I am hoping the constant crying is over. My eyes burn!
Straws, and the lozenges help a lot. If it were not for my NRT's I would not have a grasp on any of this at all.
The hardest part is knowing my husband is going to go have a smoke and the smell that he drags in behind him when he returns. It's disgusting but at the same time I get the worst crave. Again tears roll down and I chant my "NOT ONE" then curl up in the fetal position and fall asleep for about 20 mins. Taking walks doesn't help. It's actually a trigger I'm noticing. I always had a smoke when I walked anywhere, kind of like when I had a car... I'd light up and sit in traffic so if I was smoking...no road rage. I'm relieved at this point I don't have a car. I'd probably start chewing on the steering wheel!
So day three starts. I can do this, I will do this with NOT ONE!