I quit 33 years ago and I still dream of smoking.
It really doesn’t go away. At least for me.
Those were nightmares when I first quit. And each subsequent time.
Somehow this doesn’t make me feel better
And I must say the patch is pretty useless.
Sorry. That must be rough. It’s a really hard habit to kick. Tho I’ve quit smoking for longer than I have biting my nails ![]()
Yeah, I’m not allowed to drive, friends and family refuse to bring me cigarettes, and somehow in PA you can get all the alcohol you want delivered, but no tobacco ![]()
I hope you get used to enjoying it without the cigs. It does taste better, actually ![]()
But I totes get it. Booze is my main trigger. Sending you strength ![]()
I tried the nic gum, no success. A class and Dentyne or Big Red gum gave me the buzz on the tongue. Dreams were just that, I’d light up like before, no nightmares.
You misunderstood. I was also “just lighting up” in my dreams. But since I’d quit, I’d wake up thinking OMG did I actually smoke?
So, perhaps more like a waking nightmare, if ya wanna be exact.
The further it recedes into the rearview mirror, the easier it is to abstain (if not desire). I quit because I was about to have major-ish surgery, and I asked my surgeon what I could do to speed recovery. And he said quit smoking. So I did, because I finally had a good reason, an immediate reason.
Yeah, I just had surgery and another is looming in the not-too-distant future. The problem is definitely smoking related, but I keep thinking if I just cut back big time . . .
Now that I know family and friends will be of no help, I’m trying to think of people who would like to see me dead (or at least wish me ill) ![]()
Unfortunately, you have to be ready to let it go. And that’s a hard thing to force.
You’d think 8 days in the hospital, a few stents in the leg and pending toe amputation would do the trick. I must be more stubborn\addicted than I thought ![]()
I’m really sorry. It is a pretty powerful addiction. I hope you can tough it out.
Yeah, I’ve been smoking for far more years than I haven’t. At least I know everybody I know IRL is committed to keeping me away from temptation. Of course I may weigh 500 pounds by the summer if they keep stopping at every bakery and candy store on their way to visit me.
Oof. Tell them to bring cheese instead.
Unfortunately there’s plenty of that in the fridge as well.
Apologies. Nightmares have different meanings to different folks.
No apologies necessary ![]()
Every 2 or 3 years or so, the fine folks at Harper’s Magazine remember I’m a German stringer for them ![]()
Having been chronically under-employed for almost a year now, I welcome this opportunity ![]()
