Oh yes the super duper dreams and the crappy nights of sleep when putting down the bottle, that was great fun...i loved the sweating too...and the constant anxiety, like suddenly looking to your left or right like something is there...lovely...now there is some sarcasm for you;-)
I did some swimming actually, well it took a week or two for me to be able to string sentences together that didn't sound like ramblings of a mad man or to actually care about doing anything anyway, but after all the withdrawls a few gentle lengths at the pool would really help...