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.
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Glad to hear you made it through smelling all not smoky ;)
I was always one of those people who thought if I sprayed myself down with Bath & Body Works spray, then you couldn't smell the smoke anymore. I'm smelling for myself now that it didn't work.
Cheers to getting through the weekend and Happy New Year!
That's funny Lynda. My mom is one of those. I try to tell her, but she doesn't listen. The faint odor is always there. But for it is there no longer!
Brandie, Congratulations...you are doing it! You have gone a week and moving into the new year as a non-smoker! You mean all that money I spent on Victoria Secret spray didn't work? Glad I can just wear it now to smell good and not to try to mask the stale cigarette smell. Have a great evening.
Peace,
Diva
Brandie - great job staying strong. You'll very soon come to a point where that smoke smell is just plain gross. I got on an elevator today right after a guy who smokes. YUCK. I'm so embarrassed that I ever walked around like that.
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