Here are some symptoms of nicotine withdrawal:
* Irritable, cranky
* Inability to Concentrate
* Sore throat
* Constipation, gas, stomach pain
* Dry mouth
* Sore tongue and/or gums
* postnasal drip
* Tightness in the chest
It reads like one of those commercials for happy pills where the pleasant sounding man tells you that side effects may include internal bleeding and loss of limbs, though the symptoms are not quite as daunting as what I went through with my Paxil/Wellbutrin withdrawal. Which is why I think I will succeed at this. I went through three months of experiencing a mental/physical horror movie playing out in my body and brain. I now know that I can handle the nicotine revolution my body is throwing.
Another thing non-smokers don't understand is that a smoking addiction isn't just about the smoking. For many of us there are other issues at play. As I mentioned yesterday, I have an addictive/obsessive personality. Once a person like myself starts smoking, the act of lighting the cigarette becomes ingrained into your life's routine. The motions of bringing the cigarette to your mouth, sucking the smoke down, inhaling, exhaling, even stubbing the cigarette out, are all part of the mental addiction. So without all of that, a quitter will become lost, in a way.
I need something to do with my hands because they are waiting for a box of cigarettes to pack against my palm, to hold one, to light one, to flick the ashes. My mouth is alive with desperate nerve endings waiting for the smoke to alleviate their cravings.
So I've gone into what I call whirlwind mode. If I don't stop moving, thinking, doing, I won't cave into the desire. Yesterday was ten straight hours of moving furniture around, dusting in places that haven't seen light since we moved in, reorganizing closets, putting the CDs back in alphabetical order and cooking a five course dinner even though the kids were out for the evening and my husband insisted he wasn't that hungry.
It's not a bad way to live, really, and a nice change from my usual lazy approach to housekeeping. But it's manic, and reminds me too much of the last few weeks of my first marriage, when I was trying to get my house in order because I obviously couldn't get my life in order. My world was falling apart, but my bookshelves were sorted by size and my canned vegetables were all facing outwards!
Ok, I digress, but you'll have to forgive me as my mind is all over the place today. I'm making a list of things to tackle this afternoon as I wait for the withdrawal symptoms to lesson, and a list of things to do in between those things to keep me from eating instead of smoking.
Today's projects will be getting the rest of my CD collection onto the iPod and then I'm going to start in on the huge box of photos in the attic, that need to be sorted, labeled, put in frames/books, etc. God help me if I start scrapbooking. I will not
be a scrapbooker
. If it comes down to spending five hours putting fancy borders around photos of my daughter taking her first poop, I will go back to smoking, I swear to you. Ok, scratch the photos. I think I'll take apart all my Transformers and put them back together again instead.
Day three down, about fifteen dollars saved, teeth ground down to nothing, but again, the house is clean and my lungs are a bit cleaner.