Not smoking is not easy. I slapped a patch on my arm and couldn't get it to stick there. When the pharmacist asked me if I wanted the clear ones I nodded my head in submissive agreement, though with hindsight the normal variety that looks like a large sticking plaster and adheres to your skin like a leech might have been a better choice. No matter. Half an hour later I was in a state of total panic. My head was spinning, I felt sick, and my heart was pounding like a greyhound waiting to leap forth from the trap and run for the rabbit. It had to come off. Sure enough the panic disappeared when the patch had landed in the dustbin.
I have no idea if it was psychosomatic or really too much nicotine dosing into my bloodstream having pressed and prodded the patch in order to keep it stuck in place. One thing is for sure, I'm just not quite ready to quit. So I am, as I had anticipated, a total ass.
However, I have been cutting down. Where possible I am trying to purchase packs of tens and not have a huge stash that encourages me to puff my way into that early grave. So please don't give up on me and the encouragement that you have so kindly offered, being reminded of the reasons that smoking is not a good idea is gratefully received. When I stop I am not going to use the services of the local clinic. For reasons known only to the NHS, there was no opportunity for a private discussion, and all issues were open for everyone who attended to hear. Anxiety is important in this endeavour to wean myself off the cancer sticks and I wasn't prepared to share this information to an audience of flapping earlobes. Anything that causes panic to me is an issue, and withdrawal symptoms are something that I don't wish to expose myself to, though I fear that they are inevitable. This is the reason why I feel that I have to be 100% determined, and at present, that will power is clearly not strong enough. I'd be interested to hear from people who have managed to combat panic in relation to their nicotine addiction. I may have not succeeded this week, but that doesn't mean that it's the end of the story. One thing I've learned is that changes are possible, but oh Boy do you have to want them!
Not smoking is not easy. I slapped a patch on my arm and couldn't get it to stick there. When the pharmacist asked me if I wanted the clear ones I nodded my head in submissive agreement, though with hindsight the normal variety that looks like a large sticking plaster and adheres to your skin like a leech might have been a better choice. No matter. Half an hour later I was in a state of total panic. My head was spinning, I felt sick, and my heart was pounding like a greyhound waiting to leap forth from the trap and run for the rabbit. It had to come off. Sure enough the panic disappeared when the patch had landed in the dustbin.
I have no idea if it was psychosomatic or really too much nicotine dosing into my bloodstream having pressed and prodded the patch in order to keep it stuck in place. One thing is for sure, I'm just not quite ready to quit. So I am, as I had anticipated, a total ass.
However, I have been cutting down. Where possible I am trying to purchase packs of tens and not have a huge stash that encourages me to puff my way into that early grave. So please don't give up on me and the encouragement that you have so kindly offered, being reminded of the reasons that smoking is not a good idea is gratefully received. When I stop I am not going to use the services of the local clinic. For reasons known only to the NHS, there was no opportunity for a private discussion, and all issues were open for everyone who attended to hear. Anxiety is important in this endeavour to wean myself off the cancer sticks and I wasn't prepared to share this information to an audience of flapping earlobes. Anything that causes panic to me is an issue, and withdrawal symptoms are something that I don't wish to expose myself to, though I fear that they are inevitable. This is the reason why I feel that I have to be 100% determined, and at present, that will power is clearly not strong enough. I'd be interested to hear from people who have managed to combat panic in relation to their nicotine addiction. I may have not succeeded this week, but that doesn't mean that it's the end of the story. One thing I've learned is that changes are possible, but oh Boy do you have to want them!