Chantix, the final chapter
It occurred to me that I hadn’t quite closed the Chantix book for you so at the request of several I offer the final chapter… and yes, it worked.
In previous posts I noted that within a week no amount of smoking was doing anything for my cravings or mood. I subsequently turned into Mr. Hyde every night by about 10pm. It seemed that the longer I stayed awake, the angrier I got. FMT shouldered a lot of this moodiness and I thank her every day for putting up with me.
I did, admittedly, continue smoking periodically through most of the month but since it wasn’t providing the once needed nicotine rush to the brain, I never really enjoyed them like I once did. And after a couple of weeks of dosing religiously, technically the physical addiction was curbing. The mental addiction was now the side still being served. I no longer smoked at work, providing for some quietly stressful moments at my desk at times when I’d usually run outside… but I held strong and never even bummed a smoke.
Now I’m done with the pills (that’s a -1 on my ‘women and prescription drugs’ post) and I’m happy to say I’m done smoking as well. To secure the end of an era, I had a tooth pulled today, demanding that I not smoke for fear of dry sockets and adding another temporary prescription to afore mentioned post.
The good news is that I feel stronger for going through the very vivid dreams, the wild mood shifts and the general discomfort that was the month of May. Thanks for the encouraging words from all of you through the process and now I’ve got to come up with a new series for you. Any ideas?
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