
I recently decided to take another shot at becoming a non-smoker. I thought that I would get a bit of help this time from some drugs. I mentioned it to my doctor last month when I went in to see her and we went over the different secession aides available. After she explained which seemed to have the highest success rate I began to dig into the side effects. Yes, I know that whatever the side affects of taking a pill for a couple of months are, the effects of continuing to smoke would be far more detrimental to my long term health. I was just being prepared for what I had coming to me, and to be completely honest, I’m pretty sure that had anal seepage been thrown out onto the table I would have politely thanked my doctor for her time and continued to smoke until I died or they came up with something with a more acceptable list of side affects. Needless to say, anal seepage was not on the list. A greater propensity for suicidal thoughts and suicide were the worst of the side affects, and I figured I would start smoking again long before I jumped in front of a train or off of a bridge. There was one intriguing side affect that stuck out at me when she was going through the list. Freaky ass dreams. And so begins the Chantix Dream Log.