I feel like my brain is a balloon. It's currently floating about five feet above my head and, lucky for me, is tethered to my spinal column by a string.
Today is the first day in over ten years that I've gone without any nicotine in my system.
And I feel like an idiot.
Yes, you are remembering correctly: I was on the patch. I gradually stepped down from 21mg of nicotine---the equivalent of a pack of twenty cigarettes---to 14mg four weeks ago, and then to 7mg two weeks ago. Yesterday endeth the eight weeketh patcheth plan. Today is my first day without ANY nicotine and, to repeat, I feel like a fucking idiot. The neurons aren't firing well. The synapses are acting like a lazy bike messenger who's claiming to have a pulled hamstring. And I'm tired. I just went around the lake and I'm pooped. I shouldn't be this tired. Everything's fuzzy and muzzy and any other words that have two "z's" in the middle.
Methinks this quitting smoking thing is more of a pain than what it's worth.
Ah, well, it's not like I'm in any state to ponder deeply on that, so I'm going to go and have a nap.
Posted by Kathy at October 10, 2005 12:58 PM | TrackBack