it was around 5pm last sunday when i finished my last cigarette, father's day. maybe it was the guilt of not going to see my dad that was the catalyst for quitting on that specific day. i'd like to think it was just my little present to him. it's been 8 days since i've had a smoke & i almost forget how they taste. all i remember is that i was terribly addicted.
about 6 years ago my dad admitted himself into the ER for a 180 heart rate that left him in the hospital for about a month. i guess i didn't really think about how how his fate could someday be my own. i am not sure if it was the alcohol or the cigarettes that put him under the knife or maybe it was a combination of the two. either way, i wanted to get rid of the damaging habit i adopted as my own that could land me in the same place.
i wish i could say i'm in the clear from the urge to light up, but that would be lying. for now, i will rely on my stubborn will & a little friend called, "chantix". it's helped me to get through the 1st few week, so i shouldn't completely write off the possiblity pharmaceuticals offers.
i know reading the newest release by a. gawande has nothing to do with why i quit smoking, but it sure has an appropriate cover & title for the path i decided to take a week ago.
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