My dad smoked three packs a day for 40 years, up until his first heart attack. At that point he pretended to quit, but actually smoked about two packs a day. He tried everything: hypnosis, patches, gum, suport groups, cold turkey, and nothing worked. Until he used Wellbutrin. He quit after three weeks and never smoked again. It helped us have another few years with him, so I am a Wellbutrin supporter all the way.
ETA: but not, of course, if it damages you.
Wellbutrin fools them into thinking they're already in flavor country.
Now I'm picturing a commercial where a cowboy puts a Wellbutrin in his mouth and says, "Welcome to Flavor Country."
I don't have a particularly inspirational model -- I got sick enough that I didn't feel like smoking one day, and the next day I just decided to see how many days I could go, and it's been almost three months. I've lapsed a couple times with a cigarette here and there, but mostly been OK. It's not the social situations that I have found most daunting, it's the alone time.
If I were to do it again, I'd use patches, because I think the physical withdrawal of the nicotine affected my emotions or whatever in ways I did not anticipate or recognize right away.
It caused me to have a psychotic episode.
It gave me crazy rage, Howard Hughes-like social anxiety, and almost a year of insomnia.
It completely destroyed my short-term memory. I would take the meds, and then have absolutely no idea if I just took my meds or not.
I can't fully explain what happened to me without breaking down. It was terrifying. And my doctor prescribed them and said, "see you in six months."
By then, I was absolutely certain that everyone around me was involved in a conspiracy to drive me to suicide.
I'm so glad I never took up smoking (even though both my parents smoked), because I suspect I would have had a very hard time quitting. I'm not good at quitting bad habits.
BTW, this is a pretty cool graphic comparing OWS and the Tea Party, although I wish it had better demographic analysis:
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And my doctor prescribed them and said, "see you in six months."
WTF?
My doc always makes me see him or call him in a month to see how the new med is doing. He'd also tell me the most common side-effects and to call him if they were bad. I had assumed that was standard practice.
Wow. I'm on Wellbutrin right now merely because it was the only AD I could remember when I told my GP I needed some medication help with my moods. I'm careful to take it early so it doesn't affect my ability to fall asleep, and my motivation has clearly improved, but nothing dramatic--either positively or negatively. No extra energy, no increased libido, no rage, no noticeable impact on the insomnia. It's just that things aren't as molasses bleak and hard to untangle myself from anymore.
As for my memory, I have no idea if I have one or not. So there's that. I wouldn't know
what
to start blaming it on.
I'm fine with Wellbutrin. Effexor, however, made me think more and more about strangling everyone who annoyed me. I thought that ultimately that would be a bad thing.
My hair dryer worked yesterday. Why doesn't it work today?