I'm 33, got a wife and 2 kids (boy 9, girl 8) and have dipped Kodiak for the last 15 years. I found you guys after my first day not stuffing that dogshit in my face. I was having trouble sleeping, much like tonight, and was fighting the urge to drive to the Hess...I am grateful I found this place.
I am onto Day 6 (Friday) and I feel like the past week has been a blur. Haven't got shit done at work, I have been eating for 2, and I ran a redlight yesterday - one with the traffic camera that snaps a pic of your plate - the first time in the two years I've been driving that route to work, and fuck if I noticed it. I am giving myself some leeway on things like "giving a fuck" for the next few days, then I have to get my self together.
The first day for me was tough because I was drinking - not the best move on my part, but I think I might have numbed the cravings at least until late-night. Fucking demons came at me from all sides. That's when I started googling oral cancer and fun shit like that to scare myself straight - low and behold I stumbled on this site.
Second day was surreal. I was up at 6:45, even though I was drinking the night before and didn't get to bed until well after 2, I snapped right up and into the shower. I was flying! for the next 48 hours, I experienced the "fog" as it's been described to me. I couldn't tell you what was happening from hour to hour, I found myself walking away from conversations with no idea what I was talking about, and had this "elevated feeling." Kind of an anxiety, without the fear of impending doom. Chewed almost 30 sticks of gum between day 2 and 3 - anyone know why they started putting mint gelatin specks in gum now? Was there a big demand from the tapioca crowd? I digress.
Day 4, I slowed my roll. Took a part day at the office to handle some personal things and ended up spending the afternoon with my wife - pretty mellow, but still couldn't shut the fuck up. I think it's nervous chatter, because I really don't have that much to say. I jammed down 2 pieces of pineapple cake on top of lasagna, and was back at the cupboard 3-4 more times before bed. Finally got some decent shut-eye, and then woke up to Day 5.
Day 5 (Thursday) - Still hasn't ended for me and it's 3:28am Friday. Today was pretty ok - weird fleeting sensations of needing to spit. I am sure it's because my mouth had been a barren wasteland for so long, and now I can actually muster saliva. I spent 2 hours this afternoon reading the forums here, and not getting a hell of a lot done. I will have to go in to the office this weekend to catchup - Happy Mother's Day.
Day 6 - like I said day 5 carried me right into day 6. I feel like I can collapse now so I 'll wrap this up. I am going to be dangerous on the road to work in 3 and a half hours. Probably going to run that fucking redlight again.
Thanks for all of the support
Stay Sexy, Stay Quit
Justin