Went pretty well.
My last few cigs this morning left my mouth tasting like an ashtray. My very last cigaratte was not celebrated. It was unceremoniously snubbed out with a "I'm done with you". Then I ripped up the last few cigs in the pack and tossed them in the trash along with every ashtray in the house.
Jumped in the shower, slapped on a patch and headed for work.
The patch did it's job. Do patches prolong the actual nicotine addiction? Probably. But they keep me from sucking in lung-fulls of noxious, chemical-filled smoke in order to get that nicotine. Let me get some breath back and break the habitual factor first. Then I can ween myself off the nicotine.
I am now a Non-Smoker.
Some of you might think I'm jumping the gun. Declaring myself a Non-Smoker after only 13 hours while I am still wearing a patch and have a stash of nicotine gum??
It's a matter of attitude and commitment.
If I describe myself as a "smoker trying to quit", that leaves the door wide fucking open for failure. "Well, I tried. I failed. I'll try again." Fuck that. Failure is not an option.
I am a Non-Smoker. I'm done. I don't smoke anymore. Ever. Period.
Everything else from this point forward is just a matter of dealing with the fallout from that decision and reaping the benefits.
I will admit to having one regret about no longer being a smoker.
There are so few smokers left, that when the GF and I went to a restaraunt and said "Two for smoking", we would generally get seated immediately while all of the non-smokers waited for another 45 minutes. God, that was sweet!!! Like flying First Class. Heh heh!!