So I haven’t smoked in thirty-eight hours now; and miraculously, no one has died. WIN!

I have, however, had five seizures, which is very bad, even for me. What I can’t figure out is whether this is from the nicotine patch or whether this is because my body just cannot freaking live without cigarettes.

I kid. I’m going to call the doctor this morning and find out. Five seizures will not do.

I also feel very out of it, sort of like I’m on drugs. Everything feels very surreal and yesterday when the guy came to deliver our new stove, he had to repeat himself while talking to me, and I had to explain why I was such a mess.

“I quit smoking and I’m a little-”
“-NO further explanation necessary, ma’am, I am SO sorry!!”

I’m a little hinky, to be sure.

As far as cravings go, I really haven’t had too many. My mom has been very courteous and has been smoking in her bedroom, no ashtrays or cigarettes are laying around; so really, I have hardly thought about them.

I have, however, been inhaling Swedish Fish like they’re my lifeline. Damn it.

I love the chewy little buggers (but only the red, the colored ones are an aberration), and I bought some to take to the movies and forgot about them, so I ODed on sugar all day long yesterday.

I am definitely going to gain weight if I don’t watch my big, fat mouth.

I have also discovered that I can’t really have caffeine or I become a total spaz – like an honest-to-God, bouncing-off-the-walls, where-is-my-helmet spaz. (I’m halfway there already, so this was not much of a stretch.)

So, no coffee, no Diet Cokes. Sigh. This is going to be a huge adjustment as I learn – wait for it – to drink – WATER.

Sigh.

I know it’s going to be good for me, but damn is it no fun.

In other news, I have no other news. Just trying to get over the hard part.

Happy Tuesday.

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