6 weeks into my quit now and one of the many benefits I’ve found is that I’m sleeping much better – I don’t lie there listening to my heart clattering as it slows down after that last cigarette before bed-time and I don’t wake up in the middle of the night worrying about strange chest pains. My fingers and toes also seem much warmer. But last night I had the Smoking Dream – I can’t remember where I imagined I was but I do remember picking up a cigarette, lighting it, being surprised that I was actually enjoying it (from memory, on previous occasions I have broken a ‘quit’ it tasted disgusting but for some stupid reason I persevered and became hooked again). I then started thinking about the fact that I had just wasted 6 ‘clean’ weeks and would have to reset my quit counter, admit to everybody that I had been an idiot and go back to square one. And then I woke up and felt so relieved that it wasn’t real and that I hadn’t been stupid and that I was still a non-smoker!
Maybe it is my brain’s way of telling me to still be very careful – but I’m definitely listening as that was very scary!:eek:
One month, one week, four days, 16 hours, 27 minutes and 45 seconds. 1250 cigarettes not smoked, saving £437.70. Life saved: 4 days, 8 hours, 10 minutes.