rbgnwa45
02-16-2011, 10:54 AM
I just want to let ya'll know that you don't have to smoke anymore! It's not hard to do with nicotine patches. I'll suggest keeping smokes around, just in case you want to have a guilt-puff as I do every 6 hours.
I'm 23 and I've been smoking about a pack a day for 4-5 years. The longest I've gone without a smoke is when I sleep, which is maybe 8 hours. I'd light up about every 20 minutes.
I tried champix pills. They made my brain feel weird, I thought differently, perception was different, and they gave me the worst nightmares I've ever had, but I couldn't wake up from them. It was senseless torture. I stopped after less than a week. My mom said she liked the dreams it was giving her, but I don't think she experienced being held captive by Jack Nickolson & Anthony Hopkins, while they go into the next room to cut your sisters' legs off. The screaming was the worst. You can see why I stopped taking the pills.
This is my third day on 21mg patches. They help a lot, you don't have cravings for more than 3 minutes (instead your body reacts with a nice cold sweat - this is when your brain is freaking out), no headaches or shakes. You quickly realise that you're also addicted to the physicality of smoking. I feel at ease when I've got an un-lit smoke in my mouth. If you try smoking on the patch than you'll feel as if you've had ten smokes at once. You can make 1 smoke last for 8 hours. I've cut down from 25 to 1-3 a day, taking one puff at a time and putting it out. If I wasn't using the patch, I wouldn't have been able to cut down to three maximum. I've been eating more, and drinking like ten times the amount of liquids (you really do have to, think about it :ermm: ). The best thing is that last night I had the craziest dream, which was totally nicotine-patch induced. It wasn't scary or horrible like when I took champix, but it was on another level of consciousness that I've never experienced. It was wild, and I hope it happends again, and again.
Copied from my facebook:
"Day 3 on the nicotine patch. My dreams last night were the most vivid, longest, and unusual that I've ever had. UFOs, people hit by lightning, tornados, Nicholas Cage died of leg trauma (I tried to help him - we ended up euthanising him - I'm a Dr.), I could put a glass of water upside down and it wouldn't come out unless I wanted it to, I could also make white light shoot out of the water when gravity was opposite (and I was running around my house telling my family to pay attention to it), telepathy. In a room full of people dining, I asked for my angel. I looked around at random people wondering if they were it. From my left, with big, warm, and larger-than human somniferous eyes, she appeared before me, wingless, and in a dress. We walked around a little, in this large, advanced-architectural building, with flowers and nice plants everywhere (it was like a really nice mall). We stopped on a flight of stairs, alone, and I held her face in my hand while brushing my thumb across it, and I told her that everything was so clear as if I was dreaming, and she looked at me as one would if they knew you were dreaming but you didn't - humoring me with her slight smirk, in a loving way. She pulled her face towards my hand, and I knew I would miss her. I had the feeling that she was one of my favourite entities. She was like a beautiful sagittarian alien. I could fly, and I pushed someone off of a building as a joke (I knew he could fly too - I saw him land safely lol). I had a cell phone, and used it a bit, calling people, and people called me (someone named "R"). I got lost in a city after I bought a house so I called my parents, and I knew I was lost and began to wake up (into another dream!). I once (actually) woke up on command by rushing out of doors full of light. Light sabers, siths, evil feelings, great feelings, isolation and too many people. Realistic guns & knife fights in highly technologically advanced rooms with such detail (I rule lol). Tits, schools, and this TV screen that you could telepathically send images to so that everyone around would know what you're thinking about. I ended up thinking "123 mountain street", a place in Hamilton. I dunno if it's a real place. I fell asleep on that spot, and then a new dream started as if I was double-dreaming in two locations, unaware that I'm *actually* dreaming. People were telling me that I was talking in my sleep, and told me things that I was saying, which made me paranoid. That's less than half of the events. As I was dreaming, I kept telling myself that everything was so clear as if I was dreaming - and when I woke up every few hours I felt as if I was living a double life, and was more or less surprized to wake up to this life, and happy that the madness was over. The clarity I tells you... it was like being fully conscious. Honest to god, it was like being in the movie Inception. What are the next 2 months going to be like?!"
I'm 23 and I've been smoking about a pack a day for 4-5 years. The longest I've gone without a smoke is when I sleep, which is maybe 8 hours. I'd light up about every 20 minutes.
I tried champix pills. They made my brain feel weird, I thought differently, perception was different, and they gave me the worst nightmares I've ever had, but I couldn't wake up from them. It was senseless torture. I stopped after less than a week. My mom said she liked the dreams it was giving her, but I don't think she experienced being held captive by Jack Nickolson & Anthony Hopkins, while they go into the next room to cut your sisters' legs off. The screaming was the worst. You can see why I stopped taking the pills.
This is my third day on 21mg patches. They help a lot, you don't have cravings for more than 3 minutes (instead your body reacts with a nice cold sweat - this is when your brain is freaking out), no headaches or shakes. You quickly realise that you're also addicted to the physicality of smoking. I feel at ease when I've got an un-lit smoke in my mouth. If you try smoking on the patch than you'll feel as if you've had ten smokes at once. You can make 1 smoke last for 8 hours. I've cut down from 25 to 1-3 a day, taking one puff at a time and putting it out. If I wasn't using the patch, I wouldn't have been able to cut down to three maximum. I've been eating more, and drinking like ten times the amount of liquids (you really do have to, think about it :ermm: ). The best thing is that last night I had the craziest dream, which was totally nicotine-patch induced. It wasn't scary or horrible like when I took champix, but it was on another level of consciousness that I've never experienced. It was wild, and I hope it happends again, and again.
Copied from my facebook:
"Day 3 on the nicotine patch. My dreams last night were the most vivid, longest, and unusual that I've ever had. UFOs, people hit by lightning, tornados, Nicholas Cage died of leg trauma (I tried to help him - we ended up euthanising him - I'm a Dr.), I could put a glass of water upside down and it wouldn't come out unless I wanted it to, I could also make white light shoot out of the water when gravity was opposite (and I was running around my house telling my family to pay attention to it), telepathy. In a room full of people dining, I asked for my angel. I looked around at random people wondering if they were it. From my left, with big, warm, and larger-than human somniferous eyes, she appeared before me, wingless, and in a dress. We walked around a little, in this large, advanced-architectural building, with flowers and nice plants everywhere (it was like a really nice mall). We stopped on a flight of stairs, alone, and I held her face in my hand while brushing my thumb across it, and I told her that everything was so clear as if I was dreaming, and she looked at me as one would if they knew you were dreaming but you didn't - humoring me with her slight smirk, in a loving way. She pulled her face towards my hand, and I knew I would miss her. I had the feeling that she was one of my favourite entities. She was like a beautiful sagittarian alien. I could fly, and I pushed someone off of a building as a joke (I knew he could fly too - I saw him land safely lol). I had a cell phone, and used it a bit, calling people, and people called me (someone named "R"). I got lost in a city after I bought a house so I called my parents, and I knew I was lost and began to wake up (into another dream!). I once (actually) woke up on command by rushing out of doors full of light. Light sabers, siths, evil feelings, great feelings, isolation and too many people. Realistic guns & knife fights in highly technologically advanced rooms with such detail (I rule lol). Tits, schools, and this TV screen that you could telepathically send images to so that everyone around would know what you're thinking about. I ended up thinking "123 mountain street", a place in Hamilton. I dunno if it's a real place. I fell asleep on that spot, and then a new dream started as if I was double-dreaming in two locations, unaware that I'm *actually* dreaming. People were telling me that I was talking in my sleep, and told me things that I was saying, which made me paranoid. That's less than half of the events. As I was dreaming, I kept telling myself that everything was so clear as if I was dreaming - and when I woke up every few hours I felt as if I was living a double life, and was more or less surprized to wake up to this life, and happy that the madness was over. The clarity I tells you... it was like being fully conscious. Honest to god, it was like being in the movie Inception. What are the next 2 months going to be like?!"