Well, it’s been and gone and I stopped smoking for two and a half days, then again for another day, and now I’m back on the cigarettes again. Day fourteen, the day I did stop, I was brutally ill, and didn’t really feel like smoking. Day fifteen I was still ill. Day sixteen I went back to work and I bought some on the way there. Smoked one, almost passed out. On the way home from work I threw them over a random wall, as I was convinced I could do without them. I felt better when I wasn’t smoking, even though I was ill, yet I’m still back on them. It’s not that I enjoy the taste, or that I get incredibly agitated when I want to smoke but can’t, I just feel more comfortable when I am a smoker. It’s hard to describe.
Anyway, the Champix did actually work really well, it’s just that I was ill and didn’t go to the smoking cessation clinic to get more. I will go this week.
This whole episode has really brought my mind into conflict about how much personal information I should divulge on here. The whole idea has always been that it’s more for me to write than for anyone to read, but how much do people have to know in order for it to be coherent? Maybe the current balance is perfect, maybe it’s not – who’s to know, really? Priorities first though – less hours at work, more time for doing what I enjoy, and activities I want to persue, then I can decide how much I need to write. I think I need to update the About Me page though.
