Quit smoking.

on Sunday, 6 May 2012
It has been nearly 48 hours since my last cigarette, hopefully ever. I smoked for the best part of a decade, and figured it was time I knocked it on the head. 

 I actually wanted to wean myself off nicotine with patches, but on checking my bank balance and finding it to be zero, I was forced to go cold turkey. It's really not fun, I can tell you, last night I felt like hell, my whole chest was on fire and I felt like bursting into tears every five minutes. They say nicotine is as addictive as heroin, and you find that hard to believe about an over the counter drug, but until you go through withdrawals you have no idea. To be fair, I haven't gone through heroin withdrawals, and I'm sure it's much worse, but still. Bad times.

 Today I've felt much better, my cravings are down to a small nagging sensation, my chest feels a lot better and I've gotten rid of all my smoking paraphernalia (I didn't do this straight away like you're supposed to, it was like a security blanket) and I honestly think I've done it. 

 I have "quit" before, for a few weeks here and there, but I think that was before I was addicted because I never went through anything like what I've gone through in the past couple of days. This time it's for good though, I'm sure of that. Party in my lungs, and everyone's invited.