Sunday, November 13, 2005

Three Months Down - The Rest of My Life to Go.

I'm celebrating three months being smoke-free. Yeah!! I still miss smoking sometimes, like right now as I type this, but it keeps getting easier. I probably only think about smoking once a day, if that. The toughest time besides immediately following my quit date was when I lost my purse. The desire for a cigarette was intense and palpable. One of the guys from work gave me a ride home that night and offered me some cash to tide me over until I got things worked out with my bank account, I turned him down. I knew the way I was feeling that night I would have walked down to the corner store and bought myself a pack.

I thought I would continue with my story of my smoking history. I'm not sure I'll get very far. This bug I have is kicking my butt. If I'm still feeling this wiped out tomorrow, I might call my doctor for some antibiotics. I think it's turned infectious in my lungs. Speaking of lungs...

I became a true blue smoker when I was seventeen and stationed at Fort Jackson, South Carolina. I was going through Basic Training at the time. It was probably the second or third week of training. The drill sergeants had just hoofed us out to one of the ranges for some kind of training. They released us from formation for a break on the bleachers near by. The call "Smoke 'em if you got 'em" went out. The smokers lit up and the rest of us sat around chatting with each other, enjoying the respite after a long haul. A drill sergeant walks up and says "Who here doesn't smoke?" Those of us who were non-smokers raised our hands. He said, "I've got a detail for you. Follow me." My momma didn't raise a fool. You can bet the next time that question was asked I had a cigarette in my hand! Although, that idea seems quite foolish now.

It's kind of ironic because one of the worst details, in my opinion, to be called for was to police for cigarette butts. Oh how I hated picking up all those nasty butts, so much so that I still wouldn't throw a butt on the ground to this day. I would field strip** it and put the nasty smelling butt in my purse before I would throw it on the ground. Besides that, those blasted things take something like a million years to decompose.

**Field Strip-Twist the end of the cigarette back and forth so that the lit cherry and remaining tobacco falls out to the ground leaving just the papered filter in your hand, being sure to use your foot to stomp out the burning ember of the cherry.

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7 comments:

alice said...

congrats on your three months smoke free-ness! -=)

i hope you feel better and definitely go to the doctor if it isn't better!

Trish said...

Three months already?! Wow. Congratulations. This is a big deal. I admire your strength. Let's celebrate!

alphawoman said...

That is great! I have been smoke free for over two years and evryonce in a awhile I still want one. Quit for life. Don't be a idiot like me and pick it back up in a couple of years.

Lisa said...

Hey!!! Congrats on your not smoking!!!! great job!!! I figured out how to leave a comment!!!!!! I just needed to scroll down further down the page!!! LOL...

IndigoSunMoon said...

Robbie,
Quitting smoking and staying quit is one of the hardest things in this world. Your doing great!!!
Lovish!
Connie

Lisa said...

Robbie! Three months smoke free! That is hands down the best news I have heard all day. I love that you are doing this. I'm sorry that you are sick and not really able to ENJOY being smoke-free...but I think things are going to be better from now on. You rock!

Becky said...

Yay you!!! I knew you could do it. Too bad you aren't feeling healthier...yet. LOL Hope you feel better soon!