All those years of my senses being dulled are fast evaporating.
This is like being on speed but with a dizzy edge, fooking weird.
Still got the chills and fever but controlling that with a couple of paracetamol. The mucus is no longer coming up by the bucket full.
Just a couple of good cough ups today.
This coming weekend will be a big test as I'm off work, going to work on my triggers and maybe give the Gent some abuse, he fooking loves it
ENT used to say that Lobelia took away the cravings, but I say : use it sparingly.....it is also a strong emetic.
Drinking a pint of ginger and hot water to ease the throat.
Another sweaty night to look forward to with helucigenic dreams, free trip
For me, posting and talking about it frequently did not help.
Kept it more as a centerpiece.
Once I stopped doing that, I stopped thinking about it and barely had any withdrawals.
I hear what you are saying, just want to get this withdrawl/cold turkey process over.
Hoping it will be over tomorrow, started taking a B vitamin to help with the alcohol withdrawl.
The coughing up mucus is getting less and I have no pain in my chest or numbness in my finger tips so I must be on the right path.
Once I've sweated the shit out of my system I'll be OK.
After a couple of months you'll start coughing up again as all the shit accumulated in your lungs over the years loosens up. That's nasty black shit and expelling that from the body feels good.
Lighting one up just now, Chitty, in your honour....
Are you a total ignoramus, or what? It's all about the "threes".
Within three days you are totally free of any nicotine and monoxide poisoning - it's left your system and any real, as opposed to imagined, adverse physical effects will have dissipated.
You will now experience light-headedness and feelings of angst verging on depression to a degree almost akin to bereavement. You will experience cravings that will manifest themselves at almost every stage of your waking consciousness and denying them will provoke a lack of control and on occasions you will contemplate murder or at the very least, GBH. Trigger events occur everywhere and at any time waiting to bushwhack you into the delusion that you only need one puff to relieve the pain. This period lasts for three weeks but diminishes gradually - most cold turkey addicts develop stratagems to cope - brushing your teeth is good and eating nice chocolates as a reward substitute is good too.
Once you are past this second hurdle, you have cracked it, sort of, but only taking one day at a time - read loads of information about how good you can feel about yourself to get this far and realise the fundamental truth of your addiction: the nicotine addiction was kicked within three days, and the only issue is comprehending that you were only addicted to the addiction. You're free now and master of your own well being, not some stupid bunch of dirty, fucking leaves and 60 chemical variants turning your body to mush.
But, its also true you have given up your bestest friend in the world, the most pleasurable experience that filled your entire being with unalloyed satisfaction at certain key times in your daily existence viz, after breakfast, after sex, after a curry, with a coffee, during a pint, waiting for a bus/train/plane but most of all it was there for you when some stupid cvunt fucked you up and you found a little a bit of space all on your own when you could light up and reflect on the stupidity of the world.
Wanting a fag during this period, not as critically as you might have desired one in the first three weeks or so, but still having moments when you "need" one lasts for three months.
There is a physical reason for this. Your dopamine receptors and synaptic networks have been feeding off a life time of feel-good-reward- nicotine hits during the entire time you have been conscious and negotiating the world. These receptors have been starved and have got irritated by the continuing absence of that nicotine. The little fuckers are nagging away most times but mainly in a low-key way, but sometimes they peak and surprise you with a scream into your very soul " where the fuck are my ciggies, you cvunt!
However, after around three months these little bastards buried in your brain finally accept the fact that you are now no longer a smoker and leave you alone, for good.
You are a free man now. But that "friend" will tap you on the shoulder from time to time and remind you of the time when you were truly happy and satisfied. This is bollox, you were only satisfying an addiction and nothing else and you can ignore it as if it never existed but this fucker from the past will still try to delude you that you are really only after one fag, and one only, which can't hurt, can it? This is a truly treacherous thought and simply ignore it.
Three years later and the smell of other people's fags no longer tempts you but becomes actually quite offensive and you either remove yourself or tell the offender to fuck off- old ashtrays, and stale smoke on someone's breath are quite awful and repulsive. You are truly a non-smoker and if you can stay off them after five years or so, it is as if you have never smoked.
However, you will always remain a stupid Brexit cvunt.
^ Allan Carr has fukk-all on thegent, eh?
I'm nine years in and I love the smell of other people's cigarettes. I never got repulsed by it.
I love it, I'd still be smoking if it wasn't bad for me.
Here's a thought. PM sent.
I'm touched Gent
Awoke from a deep sleep and NO sweats!!!
Actually felt refreshed for the first time in ages and not like i'd done ten rounds with Mike Tyson.
i'm not coughing up gunk anymore.
Day 4 and i'm a non smoker.
Cold turkey is the only way to go, cheers for all the motivation and inspiration.
I do believe i've turned the corner
your trouble is you think too much.Are you a total ignoramus, or what? It's all about the "threes".
Within three days you are totally free of any nicotine and monoxide poisoning - it's left your system and any real, as opposed to imagined, adverse physical effects will have dissipated.
You will now experience light-headedness and feelings of angst verging on depression to a degree almost akin to bereavement. You will experience cravings that will manifest themselves at almost every stage of your waking consciousness and denying them will provoke a lack of control and on occasions you will contemplate murder or at the very least, GBH. Trigger events occur everywhere and at any time waiting to bushwhack you into the delusion that you only need one puff to relieve the pain. This period lasts for three weeks but diminishes gradually - most cold turkey addicts develop stratagems to cope - brushing your teeth is good and eating nice chocolates as a reward substitute is good too.
Once you are past this second hurdle, you have cracked it, sort of, but only taking one day at a time - read loads of information about how good you can feel about yourself to get this far and realise the fundamental truth of your addiction: the nicotine addiction was kicked within three days, and the only issue is comprehending that you were only addicted to the addiction. You're free now and master of your own well being, not some stupid bunch of dirty, fucking leaves and 60 chemical variants turning your body to mush.
But, its also true you have given up your bestest friend in the world, the most pleasurable experience that filled your entire being with unalloyed satisfaction at certain key times in your daily existence viz, after breakfast, after sex, after a curry, with a coffee, during a pint, waiting for a bus/train/plane but most of all it was there for you when some stupid cvunt fucked you up and you found a little a bit of space all on your own when you could light up and reflect on the stupidity of the world.
Wanting a fag during this period, not as critically as you might have desired one in the first three weeks or so, but still having moments when you "need" one lasts for three months.
There is a physical reason for this. Your dopamine receptors and synaptic networks have been feeding off a life time of feel-good-reward- nicotine hits during the entire time you have been conscious and negotiating the world. These receptors have been starved and have got irritated by the continuing absence of that nicotine. The little fuckers are nagging away most times but mainly in a low-key way, but sometimes they peak and surprise you with a scream into your very soul " where the fuck are my ciggies, you cvunt!
However, after around three months these little bastards buried in your brain finally accept the fact that you are now no longer a smoker and leave you alone, for good.
You are a free man now. But that "friend" will tap you on the shoulder from time to time and remind you of the time when you were truly happy and satisfied. This is bollox, you were only satisfying an addiction and nothing else and you can ignore it as if it never existed but this fucker from the past will still try to delude you that you are really only after one fag, and one only, which can't hurt, can it? This is a truly treacherous thought and simply ignore it.
Three years later and the smell of other people's fags no longer tempts you but becomes actually quite offensive and you either remove yourself or tell the offender to fuck off- old ashtrays, and stale smoke on someone's breath are quite awful and repulsive. You are truly a non-smoker and if you can stay off them after five years or so, it is as if you have never smoked.
However, you will always remain a stupid Brexit cvunt.
just quit. its not that hard if you really truly do want to, are determined to and set your mind to it.
as with everything else in life, half arsed efforts always end in disappointment, disillusionment and disaster.
Fantastic, Chitty ! Now just resist that pull at Christmas to "just have ONE".
I'll be lucky to get past the weekend
One day at a time, but that was a fooking nasty weird experience.
Cold turkey from booze,cigs and a dodgy chest infection/flu.
Cheers All
I recall a John Cleese public information advert in a Quit Smoking campaign mounted on TV. The kitchen was a scene of devastation with a John Cleese recently awoken from a coma like trance clutching a saucepan uttering the assurance that " yes, you can come out now" and two children emerged from the kitchen cupboards looking decidedly concerned. Losing your temper is normal but it will pass was the tagline, I think. Caught it quite neatly, I thought.
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