7 days of bad tempers, bouts of weeping, snapping and insomnia.
These are depression symptoms, but what I did exacerbated them all to the max....!
At 10pm last Sunday, I stubbed out (hopefully) my last cigarette.
I didn't want anyone to know for the first week, because I knew I would probably fall off the wagon. The only people who knew were work (well, they had to because of the mood swings - and they would've noticed anyway!) and one blogger friend.
The clock will remain as a measure of my abstinence......