Gandalf and Strider Commence a New Quest
Quit Day 4 (again)
So after a week (yes, yay, a week!) of not smoking, I had two cigarettes on Wednesday, Which became three on Thursday and three on Friday. Aughh!
Granted, I had PMS and during the week had slid into a horrible depression (remember, I'm bipolar)--the worst I've experienced in many months, complete with lovely suicidal ideas, homicidal fantasies, and rifled with awful anxiety and an irritability that I can only describe as PMS on steroids.
Fortunately, I had an appointment with the psychiatrist, who increased my anti-depressant to compensate for what he called "dopamine depletion." So far I'm a little better, and haven't killed myself or anyone else yet.
Very soon I'll have pictures of my no-smoking socks, a hat I knit from the Lacey yarn I spun, plus other spinning I've been doing while not smoking. Busy, busy bee--or so I must stay until I feel like something of a normal human being again, while minimizing contact with others, since I'm something of a raging bundle of raw nerves.