Today marked my fifth week as a non smoker. 5 WEEKS! Yay!
Lets just have a brief review shall we?
Day one - Am I doing this? Oh crap I am actually doing this...
Day two - If I leave the house I'll buy baccy. If I'm going to do this I cant leave the house. Ever.
Day three - I cant do this without killing someone.
Week 1 - OH MY GOD I've done a week. I could actually do this. I only want one after meals and every time I take a break from anything.... The nicotine pills are hurting my mouth. The nicotine gum looks, tastes and feels like plastic. Why is my wee shadow Els going utterly mental and shoving her face in my face all the time? Do cats need N.R.T too?!
Week 2 - Why does everything taste so awful? Why can I smell so much - most of it is bloody awful, you call this an advantage?! Oh Ellicat you didn't, you had to go take a dump now? Must go out. How quickly can I get back in the house before I walk up to that rather attractive Fag smelly bloke over there and lick his face?
Week 3 - oh wow, I've done it! Oooh, I've done it, does that mean I can just have one, just one, just to remind me how terrible it was? Ohhh go on, you've proved you can do it, just one wont hurt at all. For F-sake just one... please.... I cant even drink a cup of tea anymore, everything tastes horrible...
Week 4 - my man returned and quit too... A few little squabbles.... I want a fag. Well so do I. Yeah well its your fault I cant have one. Well have one then. No. Well shut up. You shut up. No you shut up. Shuddup!! etc etc.
Week 5 - My gums bleed overnight. My mouth tastes vile. I want chocolate. Why am I crying? I have absolutely no f'@*ing clue it just keeps happening! Feed me...
BUT I DON'T WANT A CIGARETTE. (much.)
Someone tell me things are only going to get better, please!