Hi all of you. On my return from Mexico on Friday last, having survived many occasions and events where I was sorely tempted to smoke, I was feeling quite proud of myself, and in humour of a reward i.e., a nice week-end, doing nothing - just that doing nothing. This was to be my first weekend at home in almost two months and boy was I looking forward to it. Of course, jet lag kicked in but this feeling got me through to about morning on Sunday.
I won't harp back to the exchanges on here between myself and some other quitters but since Sunday after my bit of door slamming, things have gone steadily downhill. At mid-day, in a heated exchange that lasted all of about 2 sentences, my partner left the house. You could say it was unexpected, as he was in the middle of preparing Sunday lunch.
Three days later I had to leave for Slovakia, where I am at the moment, with still no news. I had a million things to arrange at the last minute such as minding my dog etc.
Shakespeare got it right when he said "Troubles never come in single file, but in batallions"
So of course time moves on and anger turns to worry, and where, and what, and why, and when, and with whom started to trot around in my head. Enough anyway to keep me awake, but I didn't need this because Tuesday night, I spent most of it with a fever, diaharea aching limbs etc. What did I have, severe withdrawal symptoms, a bug I had picked up in Mexico the previous week. Whatever it was I still had to get up at 04.00am to pack the suitcase that I was too tired to pack the previous evening.
Travelling to Slovakia, is something I do on a regular basis and usually without problem. Of course when you are feeling really sickly and sorry for yourself, you really don't need cancelled flights, and rerouting etc. This was to be Wednesday's lot. I eventually got to my final destination, really just fit to fall into bed and sleep. Whether because of flying or just being busy I didn't get time to notice that my physical symptoms were worsening. Last night, Thursday, I spent most of it in the bathroom with stomach cramps and other attendant ills. Today I have blisters on the inside of my mouth, my gums are raw, I haven't had a good night's sleep since I cannot remember. Please don't say - see you doctor, I will have to spend some intensive hours trying to find out how to explain my symptoms in Slovak. But what's the problem I now have the week-end to look forward to. No problem with -20�C - I'll be spending it in a rented house, bereft of any home comforts, not even internet or television in any language that I could comfortably watch for any length of time and nobody around. Do I miss my dog! Still no news from my partner, other than what my dog minder tells me which is - things are being moved out of the house. No telephones being answered, no emails to explain.
Do I need to smoke? Do I want to smoke? Have a guess after 40 days. I believe I am in the biggest depression I've beeen in for a long time and all I need to do now to make myself feel really bad (as if I could feel worse) is to go ahead and light up. I will probably get the tuppeny rush that I am craving for but I am sure that I will regret it within minutes if I do it. But I have a craving to feel normal. I am really hating these feelings. Obviously quitting is not to blame, but I do miss the comfort of dealing with problems "in the old way" The new me is not quite ready yet.
Sorry for going on and on but I am feeling so sorry for myself that I probably will just go home and put the blankets over the head and keep away from life.
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]1/6/2008
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 40
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 1,400
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] �312.00
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 6 [B]Hrs:[/B] 20 [B]Mins:[/B] 21 [B]Seconds:[/B] 5
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$412,065.00
Amount Saved
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Days: 8383
Hours: 2
Minutes: 13
Seconds: 13
Life Gained
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45785
Smoke Free Days
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549,420
Cigarettes Not Smoked