SURVIVAL

Yesterday, I went through withdrawals like a heroine addict. I ached all over, I was thirsty, uncomfortable, grouchy, aggravated, sweaty, and sleepy. Chills and sweats. Some how I made it through the night to awake feeling like I had been through hell but came out unharmed. Three times today I thought of Mr. Cigarette. I mean I missed him after I had gotten out of the shower, but I pushed him out of my mind. then after I returned from having a tooth pulled, I opened my purse to find something, subconsciously, I guess I was looking for him. It's weird I think Mr. Cigarette is a stronger habit than an addiction.