A look behind my eyes

At exactly 10pm last night, I had my last cigarette ever… well at least I hope so. I picked this week to try and quit because I will have limited contact with the outside world since all of my co-workers as well as most of my friends are out of town until Sunday night. I thought it best no one be too close to me while I go through the withdrawal stage and the inevitable anger, crankiness and sadness that is sure to accompany it.

I’ve always said when people stop pissing me off, I will quit. I just don’t foresee that ever happening so I figured now is as good a time as any to try. Here’s a recap of Day One.

Aside from the slight headache and odd panicky feeling in my chest, the morning went pretty smoothly. I refused to let myself think about it on my way to work, which is when I normally would have my first couple smokes on the long trip into the office. I managed to keep my head in paperwork until it was time for lunch without too much difficulty. Unfortunately, the calm morning gave me a false sense of security for how the rest of the day panned out.

I successfully made it to Marsh and back for a salad without wanting to tear my hair out. I took a little nap in the car that helped momentarily ease the pounding headache I could feel getting ready to burst through like a marching band during halftime.

The afternoon was somewhat of a blur. My head was pounding and I just kept reminding myself to take deep breaths and try to relax. I still managed to get all my work done, but it was not a good day. The drive home was again easier than I thought it would be (since I always smoke in the car) and the idea of heading home made my headache seem to weaken slightly.

So now I am home, relaxing with a yummy cup of Detox Tea. It’s generally awesome for a hangover so I’m optimistic it will help out with this. My head is still pounding and I feel like I’m on the verge of getting a bad case of the flu. I hope when I wake up in the morning I can make it through another day of this.