I haven't smoked. I'm not going to smoke. I really want to smoke.
Woke up this morning with a sore throat and an appointment at dentist for root-c**** treatment (Hmm, evidently the forum gods think c.a.n.a.l is a profanity). Nothing like staring at the business end of a drill that looks as if it's come straight from the set of 'The Terminator' to take your mind off the ciggies.
Back home now, and couldn't smoke even if I wanted to (which I do) on account of not being able to feel my lips or nose.
One of my eyes has turned bright red too, and is very itchy. It's either a previously undiscovered symptom of nicotine withdrawal, or a result of getting a faceful of dust when sweeping out the garage the other day.
I feel quite irritable and contrary today. Not really noticing any benefits from quitting (well, that's not totally true - I guess i'm proud that i've gone 5 days, and it's easier to take a deep breath) and tbh, I'd like nothing more than to have a stand-up shouting match with someone, preferably with five fags on the go!
I'm nearly out of drinking straws - must remember to buy some more. Wonder if there's a market for flavoured ones?
Missus is into hospital tomorrow. We're all a bit nervous about that. Am going to cook her a special dinner tonight, steak, chips, all the trimmings and a Walls Vienetta for afters (which, i'm reliably informed, has an extremely corrosive effect on knicker elastic)
onwards and upwards