Quote from: Cindy on November 12, 2017, 01:40:12 AM
I know I may be one of those people who gave up and then preaches but I don't preach.
Nothing in snuff or cigarettes is any good to you.
Nicotine is a very good poison and has been used as poison to kill vermin.
I know giving up nicotine is incredibly difficult as it is highly addictive, I think it has been reported to be as addictive as heroin or more so.
If you want motivation just look at my throat every time you want to take some.
You really don't want to have your throat removed, it isn't a good look.
Hi Cindy, 17 February 2019
I want to thank you Cindy for your very courageous and frank response. I myself was a three pack a day smoker ..... until I quit.
I had a job the required me to travel most of each day, by automobile. I lived in Northern Ohio, Munroe Falls, to be exact. I had an appointment to visit a client in Buffalo NY one March day. The weather was cold requiring full use of the heater as I drove along smoking my Lucky Strike unfiltered cigarettes. I spent about eight or more hours in the car with the windows rolled up. To minimize the smoke cloud I kept the small vent wing window open (no longer have them in cars) most of the trip as I was pretty much a chain smoker. My daily habit required three packs, 60 cigarettes per day.
Long story short I arrived home about 9:30 PM and decided to sit in my easy chair and take a nap. I leaned it back and put the foot rest up and closed my eyes in anticipation of a nice quiet rest. As I laid there I kept smelling the foul odor of burnt rubbish. It then dawned on me I was smelling ME. The stench was so foul I got up and thought to myself that if I smell this bad to me, what do I smell like to other people, especially those that don't smoke.
I took the pack out of my pocket, crumbled it up and threw it in the trash. I then ripped the shirt off I was wearing and threw it into the basement. At that moment I decided I'd never smoke again.
I have kept that promise. In two weeks and 2 days I'll celebrate 50 years since I quit. 05 March 1969 was that day. Had I not done so that day, I know I wouldn't be here today. Many of my friends that kept smoking are long gone because of it; they shortchanged themselves and they shortchanged me. They were an important part of my life, they were my only family and now they are no longer here. I do miss them.
I have done a lot of dumb and stupid things in my life, smoking, drinking and doing dangerous stunts were some of them. I never did illegal drugs but have seen first hand the destruction they bring; I was a cop so I saw it in the raw. As I look back I can safely say that smoking, drinking and the use of illegal drugs have absolutely no redeeming qualities whatsoever. Some will argue otherwise, but their argument is hollow and without merit.
I've had two close brushes with tragedy recently; had it not been for Dena there is a distinct possibility I wouldn't be here today. The first was my DVT the day after Thanksgiving and the second was when I got the brainstorm to drive to the Braum's Dairy Store for a gallon of milk around 10:15 PM a couple of weeks ago. Dena asked me to not go as it was too dangerous
(I'll explain shortly). I said "I'll be OK, it's only 15 minutes away." I got into my car and headed out. As I was driving a little voice told me to: "Turn back and go home, Dena is right." I said to myself, "I'm OK. I'll make it." About that time I dropped off to LaLa land. Next thing I wake up and see I'm off the road and a big tree is heading straight for me. I swerved left, missed the big tree and side swiped the first of the two trees that jumped out in front of me. The jolt and what sounded like an explosion, got my attention. I couldn't have dropped off after that if I had to. Fortunately, no one was injured and only my car, aka the Wreck, was damaged. It's still drivable but looks like something only a jerk would own and drive.
Now it's Shortly: At times, I have a problem staying awake. I can drop off for a few seconds or for 20 minutes or so and barely notice it, if at all. This has been going on for maybe 60 years. Dena has been trying to get me to go to a sleep doctor. I have an appointment on Thursday 21 February that runs into Friday 22 February. Dena thinks I may have a form of Narcolepsy. All I know at this point is I should have listened to her last year and had the study long before the accident.
The net, net, is that after I had the accident, Dena and I had a long and seriously frank conversation. During my lifetime, I have not been a good decision maker when it comes to making decisions that affect me; I'm too impulsive and enjoy an adrenalin rush. Those days are history. Dena is in charge of all decision making with the exception of the mundane, like what color panties to wear. She has more common sense and knowledge in the tip of her little finger than I have possessed in my entire body over the 78 years I have been on the green side of the lawn.
I plan on sticking around for a long time to come and being with Dena for every second of it. She Is the Love of My Life and the One and Only Lady, Woman, Person that lives in my Heart and Soul. Thank You Dena Dear for helping me along the path of becoming a better human being.
Best Always, Love
Dena's Christine