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Aneirin -> RE: Ex-smokers ? (2/23/2009 5:18:20 AM)
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I actually got told by my Doc, that he does not recommend I try to give up smoking, like what, I thought he would be all for it, but no. His reasons where that as I am being treated for mood instability and am on pretty hefty medication he realises smoking is a pleasure I can actually have and enjoy, some of the time despite my interest to quit. The other thing is, he did not recommend any of the replacement therapies due to it's possible interaction with the medication, especially the champix stuff, yet another drug on the brain.
So, despite my doc's warnings, I still try, but do it my way, no drugs, just severely reducing the amount I smoke, what they call prison rollies I smoke, perhaps hardly worth a puff, but it is something at least to sate my desire mentaly at least for a while. I also smoke rolling tobacco only, cigarettes instantly give me a headache, so I avoid those.
I only started smoking at age 30 and that because a desire to for the first time in my life to try pot, but it was not the pot that caught me, but the tobacco used. I have given up several times, gone cold turkey, the longest time being three years away, and that was whilst being married to a smoker, and in a house with smokers. In that situation, the smokers did'nt go outside to smoke, I did for the fresh air.
I was talking about it last night with a pal, a pal who himself keeps trying to quit and he on nasty meds than me, each time he is off for a week, then back on it, but at least he has cured himself of cigars, that is a plus. We discussed the fight against the plant, and realised once the brain has tasted it, it will always remember it, such is the permanence of the addiction and only those who give up and become vehemently anti smoking, will probably last out, as they have programmed themselves to be so vitriolic in their opposition to smoking, they being far worse than the people who have never smoked at all.
The patches I have tried, and the dreams are vivid and interesting, sometimes an alarm clock when it goes off becomes part of the dream and mutates into something else so one sleeps through. The cure for this is to remove the patch at night, but then come the morning in that time between times, the half asleep half awake stupour most of us experience, the mind struggles to remember smoking is no longer part of the morning wake up routine, the danger time.
But for me I don't think it is the nicotine I crave, but the action of smoking, the ritual of it all.
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