Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Mommy's All Right, She Just Seems A Little Weird

I've been on the nicotine patch for a while now trying to kick smoking.  I smoked from the time I was 18 till I was pregnant with my first and then stupidly went back to it after my youngest was weaned.  It was much easier the first time, possibly due to pregnancy hormones.  I've heard that hormone fluctuations around ovulation make it more difficult to quit in the week before your period but I can't give you anecdotal confirmation of that because I'm too chicken to try so I always waited till the week after.  This time is much more difficult and I've been on the patch for months. 

The patch is definitely healthier than actual smoking but it has the really interesting side effect of really vivid dreams.  Like REALLY vivid, even during the twenty minute nap I took yesterday.  I've never dreamed during a cat nap before I started using the patch, at least not that I remember.  Some of these dreams are the goofy walking down the middle of the road in a prom gown eating an ice cream cone variety but some have been highly symbolic.  Around the time I started therapy over the summer I dreamed I was sleeping under and being smothered by a family heirloom crazy quilt.  Huh, I wonder what that means?  Frequent commenter (and my sister) librachick19777 is probably snickering in her corn flakes right now.

Anyway, this post was inspired by hearing this song last night.  I wonder if that has anything to do with bass player Tom Peterson's appearance in my subconscious last night for the first time since I was about ten.  It wasn't that kind of dream; he was a doorman.  Huh, I wonder what that means?  Anyway, enjoy.


  1. Vivid dreams are a nice side effect! Perhaps the patches can come with pictures of your favorite musicians, like Band-Aids with cartoon characters.

  2. Well you were kinda right...snickering but it was over a mcrib and fries! Lol! Although I'm not sure which quilt you are referring to. My imagination/memory showed me that crazy colored afghan that was on the back of the couch. I've had those patch induced dreams too. One was while I was sleeping on said couch (after she died because god forbid any of us sleep on that couch other than her!) I was breathing through a straw (like a mcdonald's one) in my neck and I was gurgling like someone was pouring water in the straw. I woke up making the same noises. Don't think I've worn a patch since then. Good luck tho...I hope it works out for you! Much love my sister!

  3. It wasn't an actual quilt, it was a metaphor for all the family crazy that's been sewn together over the generations and was smothering me. Oh, and that couch. *Rolls eyes*


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