Well, it's officially day 3 of my own self induced hell. If only the phrase "Live Fast and Die Young" were true...
It's more like "Live Fast and Die Slowly Just as Your Children are Finally Grown." Actually, quitting smoking hasn't been all bad. I feel like I have more energy, but I also feel like I have more anxiety so that may just be a false sense of energy. They say you should chew some gum. I don't want gum, I want a thick, poisonous cloud of smoke to enter into my lungs and then for that cloud to leave so I can make room for the next, and so on and so forth. Seriously, fuck gum. It looks like I am trying to murder the piece of gum in my mouth if I am craving a cigarette. I am banking on the rewards of being smoke free to pay off sooner or later. At least I'm not going to smell like an ashtray anymore. I'm also going to enjoy laughing a lot more once my lungs start healing up, no more awkward hacking long after everyone else has stopped laughing.
