I was once a smoker and forgive me if I brag about ceasing that awful habit. Yes, I gave up and was proud of it. That was in 1988, 27 November to be exact, although I didn't make a note of the actual time!!
Actually, I was a heavy smoker, much to Joe’s disgust and eventually mine. Although he smoked an occasional cigar he was dead against cigarette smoking, even though he once had a liking for cigarettes. He thought that switching to cigars meant he smoked less… that was his argument and he stuck to it. But this isn’t about him, it’s about me.
I smoked for years, ignoring all arguments about the cessation of same. I would argue that it was my lungs that suffered. Cocky? Oh yes, definitely. The dispute continued for a very long time.
Joe worked away a lot so he missed some of the smoke! One time he was away for a few days and during that time I started to suffer pains in the head. This was when I began to take notice of the smoking because every time I coughed I got the pain in the head. Joe was away about a week so he didn’t know about the cough. In defiance I decided not to tell him. But the pain got worse. There was nothing else I could do but avoid smoking. It was such a relief to be pain-free that I vowed to go a full week without a ciggy.
When Joe returned I decided to avoid mentioning the head pain, and at the same time to keep on avoiding cigarettes. After about eight days he suddenly realised the rooms were smoke free. Naturally, he queried it, but all I said was that I had given up the awful weed.
I never did find out what caused the pain in the head but oh the pleasure I got when each day was pain free as well as smoke free. That was 1988 and I never smoked again.
Wasn’t I a good girl?
I hear reports on TV and radio about the perils of smoking and wonder why people don’t just give up. It can be done, it just takes determination, but as long as people say “I can’t” they have no chance of giving up.