Sunday, March 29, 2015

Never Say Never!

I confess to having an in-your-face attitude sometimes.  It's not my best feature, but it's better to be pissed off than pissed on, if you know what I mean.  Anyway.... One of my least favorite sub-species has always been the Cigarette Nazis, the dreaded Ex-Smokers and everyone who rides with them, telling me about my addiction.  I have COPD and I did it to myself.  But I'll die with a pack in my pocket before I roll over for these  clowns!

Well, guess what?  I'm writing this on cigarette-free Day 11 of my little detox program.  I spent 5 of those last 11 days in the hospital.   I've gone through this before, and usually I'm having a cigarette about an hour after I'm discharged, while telling myself fairy tales about quitting.  But this time it's different.  I'm done smoking, or I'm done living very soon.  So okay....I've quit. I still won't live forever, but my gig here on earth looks a lot more open-ended this way.  And I do enjoy it here, despite everything.

As for the quitting....  I should be clear of nicotine now....no chemical withdrawal stuff going on. I'm eating like a pig, but my sense of taste and smell hasn't really started to come back yet. But my breathing is a lot better.  Still, I've lost a good friend, and I miss her quite often.