Thank you all so much, you guys. Without your support I would have hit the wall mentally and physically long ago. I've never been so well looked after psychologically in a rehab situation as this one here.
This is the last and most heinous of all my addictions, the one I really believed would be with me until it killed me or I died for some other reason. I will ride into the sunset sometime later but I will NOT be making sure I have my smokes, lighter and nasal decongestant spray bottle with me like some post-modern benighted bedouin. I am NO longer resigned to being an idiot (addicted to every damn thing that came down the pike.)
My mother, a benighted addict and depressive like me and her father before her, would have been proud of me. My beautiful Missus I have fooled into believing that I'm an Olympic Team Quitter.
Beijing, here I come. I'll be the one chewing on a toothpick...
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]1/18/2008
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 50
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 1,250
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $562.50
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 9 [B]Hrs:[/B] 10 [B]Mins:[/B] 6 [B]Seconds:[/B] 16