i made it thru day 1. it wasn't too bad. the first day usually isn't for me, it's day 3 that i usually cave. i mean, not saying that i didn't have my moments yesterday. the little jolt of panic when i reach for my cigs and they're not there (wtf!?!?)
initially, i thought determination was my best friend, but thank the goddesses and gods for my sense of humor (warped as it may be) so i can laugh at my withdrawal behavior. one moment in particular -- it was actually the worst moment for me, i couldn't find my nicotrol inhaler instructions. i couldn't remember how many cartridges i was allowed to "smoke" a day. i had already had two. i was frantic!!! i totally forgot that i had internet (hello!), i had to find this piece of paper! once i found it, i was so wigged out, i couldn't even read it to find the info -- i was literally TALKING to the paper!!! "i just want to know HOW MANY i can have a day!!!!! dammit!!!!!"
i was SO frustrated, i wanted to tear this little paper into tiny pieces and stomp the crap out of it for being so uncooperative!!! stoopid, stoopid piece of paper!!!!! at this point, a glimmer of rationale made it's way into my brain and advised me that if i hurt the defenseless piece of paper, i would not get the information i so desperately sought....so, i took a breath, and lo and behold, there it was!! plain as day!!! i can have 16 cartridges a day!
well, now i just feel silly and once i realize i can have 16 a day, i really don't want one as badly as i thought i did.....hehehehehehee....ahem.....
SIXTEEN?!?!? well, hell!!! i must be doing REAL good!!! i've only had 2 and i'm freaking out because i want a third one??? and then i hear this little voice deep down in my head whisper "you just wait, girlie, you just wait....." uh oh.... ok! well, maybe i will have that 3rd cartridge after all.... well, that part's not funny, but anyway.....
i had forgotten about the dreams....i tend to have very detailed, technicolor dreams anyway. last night in my dreams, people were smoking, i was smoking, the cats were smoking, the funny thing was none of the cigarettes were lit! every time i tried to light i cig, i couldn't get close enough to the flame to light it. so i woke up, my mouth was pursed like i had a cigarette in it and i was stretching my neck as if reaching for a light from someone. i had to chuckle over that!
it'll be interesting to see what day 2 brings.......