Monday is my quit day and I’m already morning the loss of my smokes. Sick. I keep telling myself that I have no idea how I’m going to cope without smoking. I need to remind myself that I did stop for four months a few years ago and I didn’t die from it. I actually enjoyed the freedom. Been in the hospital for several days without smoking. So. It is possible.
Was going to brave this windy, wet weather and buy a pack of ‘real’ cigarettes. See, I’m using the loose tabacco and machine with tubes; making my own. What a hassle that is. I get so frustrated with jamming and tubes not filling and the mess. It really reminds me how insane it is to go through what I go through for nicotine.
This is going to be a great challenge. Of all the things I could do for myself, this is the greatest.
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