A Milestone, of Sorts

I have gone a full week without smoking. It was so easy to start, why is stopping so hard? Here are some of the highlights of the nightmares caused by quitting smoking:

• Terribly on edge. The least little thing just makes me so angry. It is like I am the only person on Earth who has any intelligence, and everyone else has the brain power of a single celled organism.
• Single Focus. There have been several days where all I could think about was having a smoke. I said to a co-worker yesterday, "I'd walk five miles for a cigarette right now, and by the time I got there, I probably wouldn't want it anymore."
• Depression. I feel as if I have lost my best friend.
• Unbelievably vivid dreams. Disturbing dreams. Dreams about things I dare not speak of. Dreams in which I remember that the dream is a reoccurring one. Dreams that have me worrying about my sanity.
• Hunger. I am so freggin' hungry I can't stand it.

I don't know if all of this is just the quitting smoking, or if it is side affects of the  helper drugs that go along with this process. The one I know for sure is side affect is the nausea, which is partially leads to the hunger. If I eat immediately after taking it, I'm not nauseous.

On the bright side, I do actually feel better. That smokers cough has almost disappeared. I haven't woken up in the middle of the night unable to breath, and all the food I am eating, tastes so much better.

So congratulations to me.