Smoking is a filthy habit that I, for one, sorely miss. Due to a graveyard cough, I was forced to quit a number of years ago. It is not a joke about quiting tomorrow. I quit on new years day, but I stayed up until almost dawn smoking madly as it wasn't new years day until I went to sleep and woke up.
I had weird ideas after I quit. I thought I should shave my head and get a tattoo of a fly on my scalp. I had difficulty driving a car and would occaisionally park on the side of the freeway and weep. One night, when I couldn't sleep, I walked to the all night market and bought six eclairs. Ate 'em all, then went back and bought a 2 lb t-bone steak, fried it , ate it all.
If you need to quit the butts, do so tomorrow. You may get fat as a house (I did). Eventually the swelling goes down and you will be back to normal, such as it is. It gets so painful, it is humorous. Then you are free.
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