Somehow I went 12 hours without putting on a patch. And I didn't even notice.
I'd like to say it's because I'm getting better at dismissing the cravings, and more comfortable without the routine and habit of smoking. But really, it's because I'm still recovering from illness.
I spent most of the day in bed - the third consecutive day. It was only when I got up to shave and shower - a necessity, as supplies were dwindling and I needed to do a supermarket run without looking, and smelling, like a character in post-apocalyptic sci-fi film - that I realised I was patchless.