Bad Day, Really

My belly hurts. Oh, alright, it doesn't really hurt. But it is acidically disturbed. And my legs are aching a bit. And I'm a bit sweaty. And I really, really want a ciggy. I feel that, if I had one, although I would feel nauseous for a while, my legs would stop aching, I'd stop feeling a little bit sweaty, and my belly would return to normal functioning.

Oh, quitting is always fun. No wonder I always struggle to start, knowing that for the first few months, I'll have days of feeling like this, and no wonder I struggle to maintain a quit, when I have days feeling like this.

Yet, one thing I have to remember - for one month, four days, 17 hours, 27 minutes and 1 second, I haven't had a migraine. I've had mild twinges, as if I might be about to get one, but not a full on, chronic, head thumper. I might yet get one. I inevitably will at some point. Stopping smoking is not a panacea for my migraines. But it does the reduce their number and intensity. So what's a little indigestion and achy legs in comparison? Well - I'd rather have no symptoms at all, but as it goes, I think I'd rather forgo the headaches.

My concentration is still lacking, even after nearly five weeks. My brain remains a tad fogged. I tend to start one thing, then get restless and start another. Or I start something, get distracted, and forget entirely what I was doing.

Hey ho, and away we go. I've got another novel to write!

One month, four days, 17 hours, 32 minutes and 24 seconds. 1041 cigarettes not smoked, saving £286.53. Life saved: 3 days, 14 hours, 45 minutes.