When I finally quit smoking, permanently, I dispensed with a lot of the ritual that had accompanied failed attempts. My attitude was along the lines “stop cutesy-pieing this up with your spreadsheets and countdowns and whatever else and just put them down.”
Consequently I can’t tell you my exact quit date, though I think it was sometime in the late spring or early summer of 2011. I can’t remember when I used patches, or when I used the gum, or whether I was using one or the other when I quit, or for how long I used one or the other afterward.
I have a little daily recharge of my will, though. I still have a patch where I used to keep them in my bathroom drawer, for application after showering but before dressing. It has an expiration date of October 2012, and I enjoy watching that month fade further and further into the past.
I used to put them on my upper arm. Itched a bit for a few minutes. Didn’t take long to hit its targeted neuroreceptors, and if I was relatively idle then I could feel when it started. Had to take it off a couple of hours before I went to bed or it was harder to sleep, and when I did sleep I had vivid and not-always-pleasant dreams.
Didn’t cost as much to patch as it did to smoke, but it still wasn’t cheap. I want to say these store-brand ones were $3-3.50 each or so, like a two-week supply was $45 or something. I used to feel so defeated when I’d patch and then fall off the wagon. Why didn’t I just set fire to the money in the driveway? That’d be more entertaining, at least.
I hope I quit in time to avoid serious attendant health problems. Nothing to do but wait and see.