Captain's Log - day 28,
I haven't written a log in a week or so, mostly because things have calmed down a lot. I still have fog a few times each day, but it's never long-lasting. Some symptoms I haven't dealt with at all in the last week: tightness in the chest, anxiety, heart palpitations, sweats, dizziness, craves, legs feeling like jello. I hope those are all in the rear view mirror for good. I doubt it though.
Speaking of rear view mirrors, I've spent a lot of time this week thinking about my addiction (since my actual withdrawal hasn't occupied my mind as much). Obviously we all regret dipping for many reasons, otherwise we wouldn't be here. One reason that keeps popping up in my mind is lost time. How many nights have I not gone to bed with my wife and instead stayed up a while to get that extra dip? How many times have I slipped away after a meal for a chew, when I could have been playing on the floor with my toddlers or doing the dishes? How many times did I make up errands to run so I could get out and have a dip or restock when provisions were low? Those things (and so many more more) add up to a shit-ton of hours: that I'll never get back, that my wife and kids won't get back, etc.
The deep sense of regret makes the quit stronger. It makes me hate nicotine that much more. That bitch has taken so much from so many.