It’s evening time and I feel like throwing up. The afternoon dose doesn’t make me very happy. I feel nauseous. I can’t concentrate. I feel like laying down, but I’m also super jittery.
It’s different with the morning dose. I feel a little kick–like taking Sudafed, but without the cold. It’s enough of a kick that I don’t need caffeine. I used to drink black tea constantly. I’ve switched to soothing ginger tea.
I’m extremely focused on what I’m doing. There’s no more periphery. I’m either focused on something or not. I can see why Wellbutrin helps with smoking cessation. I don’t crave what I used to. No more chips, cookies, See’s chocolate. I’m super mellow. Even Dean can tell. Little things don’t bother me. I’m not irritable after work. I guess that’s the result I wanted.
What I can’t deal with is the damn second pill.