One of my favorite activities was setting quit dates at various milestones...clerkship, graduation, 1st real job, marriage, birth of kid 1, birth of kid 2, and tons of bdays and new years mixed in there. I actually would rationalize that it "was okay to take that dip now, because I'll be quitting on next week anyway, right?"
Holy shit. I still cringe at how stooopid I was. Well, I might still be stupid, but I am clean and stupid...which is a whole lot better. I just to be way more stupider.
Day 2 is HUGE. They say it takes 4 days to get nic out of your system. I don't know about that...I didn't test it. But I do recall being constipated, sleepless, white-knuckled, and anxious about a headache that wouldn't go away and mouth sores that I was sure were cancerous. And I LOVED those things. Those were the feeling of healing. Those withdrawal symptoms proved to me that I was kicking the Nic Bitch's ass ONE DAY AT A TIME. And nothing feels better than earning your freedom.
You got this, brother!