Last Sunday (May 29th) my 8 year old daughter and I were watching tv and the snuff commercial where the guy missing the "warning signs" came on (you guys know the one) and she looks at me and asked me to quit. I've been thinking about it for a while, but I finally decided to kick this habit while I still could 10pm, I spit out my last chew.
I just wish I had done more research to be better prepared for the hell this first week would bring.
The first day was relatively easy...aside from working with assholes constantly offering me chews, I was content with my Big Red gum. The morning of day 2 is when it really started to suck.
I've had issues with anxiety in the past, but they were NOTHING compared to my recent experiences. Fear for my health if I was "too late" consumed me. A few times these feelings were so intense, I had to leave the room walk outside. Due to the constant anxiety, I've lost my appetite have been forcing myself to eat. In addition to the anxiety loss of appetite, when I do fall asleep, I wake up every hour or so.
Thursday I ended up going to the Doctor getting a Wellbutrin Rx...but it was explained to me it has to "build up" in your system before becoming effective.
This. Week. Sucked
Anxiety aside, the cravings come go cinnamon toothpicks gum have been my go-to have held up pretty well taking the edge off. Though...even as I sit here watching hockey my body is constantly reminding me something's missing...but if anything, I'm hard-headed and refuse to give in and erase a hard-fought 6 days.
I've never been one for chat rooms or internet support groups, I've been coming here often for the past few days looking for advice dealing with my own withdrawal and decided to give it a shot.
(Strength in numbers, right???)
I'm still learning how to navigate through the site, so any help would be greatly appreciated.
A 12 year habit is going to be hard to break, but I refuse to be beaten by a small plastic can.
Here's to day 6 of...forever!!!