THE switchover from full to medium strength patches wasn't an arduous ordeal. If anything, the strange taste I've had in my mouth has eased and I feel very positive about remaining a non-smoker. I didn't use the inhalator more often, either. I was convinced I would.
According to my SmokeStop nurse, I'm not actually classified a proper non-smoker yet - not by the medical profession. Presumably, that recongition will come when I'm off nictotine replacement therapy?
Apparently, I'm through the worst of withdrawal symptoms. I figured that. I'm not cleaning my house quite so much and, when I sit down on an evening, I'm not in too much of a hurry to get back up again. I need a bit of a kick-start.
I'm the proud driver of a brand new car. It looks exactly the same as the one I've been driving around in for the past three months - except it's got an eye-catching registration plate. It was delivered with four miles on the clock.
I've got a busy day planned, so no time to waste...