I want to write a cohesive post, but I find it very difficult to. It's like the lack of nicotine is preventing me from writing down anything that's sensible.
I haven't worn a nicotine patch since Tuesday when I discovered I could do without them and not miss the nicotine. It's true, I don't. I've had a peaceful time ever since and am amazed that this is so.
I'm so peaceful today that I can't seem to really wake up and keep having to go back to bed to sleep some more.
I'm having some coffee to prevent me from falling asleep behind the computer.
It's not working very well.
Yesterday I had my hair cut and I had to promise to never let my hair grow again. I did and left the shop with a great haircut that looks quite perky on me. It's very easy to take care of hair and a breeze to wash and dry.
I've already written down in my agenda when I should make the next appointment. I'm not going to make the mistake of walking around with a grown out haiircut.
Oh yes, I remembered. I'm not supposed to be perfect. I almost forgot. I did start to sound like I was trying to be a perfect person, wasn't I? And I'm allowed to make all the mistakes I want. What's going to happen if I do anyway? The world's not going to come to an end.
Jeez! I'm even perfect in being imperfect.
So, I don't know why I don't need the nicotine patches. Maybe it's because I only smoked for such a short time. I will have to take the nicoltine patches I have left back to the pharmacy to see if I can get back my money. I have one full box that's not been opened yet.
In my enthusiasm, I bought two weeks worth of patches. Dumb!
I only used them one day.