I took Chantix to break my tobacco addiction and almost lost my life. I had every adverse reaction plus a few new ones.
Here come those nightmares and the cold sweat.
A form of suffocation if you will.
I wake up most mornings and find my bed wet.
Side affects from that little pill.
Brain goes numb and the mood swings start.
Feeling quite out of sorts.
Discomfort in the limbs a pain in my heart.
How the medicine distorts.
Nausea and vomiting are added to the list
along with a suicidal thought.
The cranial nerve sinking into that mist.
This isn't the cure I sought.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of my brain
a memory of marmalade skies.
Maybe it's the drug or maybe I'm going insane.
No one told me the truth or otherwise.
As my brain matter turns into gelatinous mush
the night terrors become more vivid.
Until there finally remains that oh so deadly hush
when I become re-animated and livid.
Then the look of shock on my loved ones face
as those hateful feelings I reveal.
Like a caged animal around and about I pace
screaming aloud, "I cannot feel!"
Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.
I found this out for myself.
I prefer that occasional cough and wheeze
I'll leave the Chantix on the shelf.