I survived the weekend at my Grandparent's house. I did have a few fits, but each time I consolidated myself with the thought that even if I wanted to, I couldn't smoke. Saturday was the worst of the two days. Sunday wasn't too bad, but in church there were few smokers sitting in the pew in front of me. I kept smelling it them, and it threw me into mini-fits. At the same time, though, I was happy that it wasn't me. You could tell that one of the ladies smelled nice, and took care to, but there was the faint smoke odor that just can't be gotten rid of, no matter how hard you try. I'm so glad it wasn't me.
The meds treated me fine over the weekend. No major problems with the Chantix.