I didn’t become a full blown smoker til I was 30ish. It was the music thing and then I blame the rest on those women.
Now that I am a non smoker (7 + mos.) , I fully expected never to be sick again. Right?
Flu
There is always some good in being sick… . Until this week, the last time I was sick, it was summer. I got a big bullseye on my ass from a tick bite, felt sick as a dawg and pumped myself all full of antibiotics. I was lucky. Having lyme disease helped me to quit smoking....... well, and then there’s the girl.
So, I’ve had the flu this week and I woke this morning all wheezing with my chest all full of crap. I could hear it every time I inhaled. I thought how horrible I sounded and then, I thought to myself that I used to wake up EVERY MORNING sounding like this.
When I quit smoking, I was expecting to save all kinds of money - $35 a week right?
Between fuel prices and buying more stupid scratch offs, it’s a wash.
I was expecting would to have more wind (to blow more- better harp). Anyone who knows me would be crazy to wish me any more wind but, with playing the harp, there is a noticiable difference. As a nonsmoker, I still don’t know when to shut up. Inthe end, nothing has changed all that much except for maybe my endurance.
I thought I would feel a lot better when I quit. I do but, it took a lot longer than I thought it would.
People told me that my taste and sense of smell would improve. Hmmm, I definitely smell cigarette smoke a lot better than I did before. The taste thing…. well, food tasted good before I started, after I started and after I quit. I tell you one thang, coffee doesn’t taste nearly good sans a butt.
In the end:
One best thing about not being a smoker anymore is not smelling like an ashtray or worrying about smelling like an ashtray. I’d say that not having to duck out on my kids to smoke a butt or getting all squirrlee and thinking that a smoke is gonna make everything ok .
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