Re: Giving up Smoking
I 'gave up' temporarily as it turned out, twice, by going cold turkey each time it lasted several years, and just like lilac I was tempted back by the scrounged one or two, the pack of ten which I swore would last days, then the twenty which worked out cheaper.
I even tried the patches, but had a reaction to even the lowest dose (looked as if I had been 'cupped'). Then about six, or maybe seven years ago I was rushed into hospital having developed Type II. There I was with a drip attached to one hand, and an insulin pump to the other. Oh yes I could go for a ciggie alright, down a long corridor, into the lift and down two floors, then another corridor to the garden smoking area, with two poles? You have got to be kidding me.
Funny thing was over the four days I was there I never once felt the craving for a ciggie. And when I got home, and walked into the flat where of course my son had been smoking, and the smell hit me, it almost made me Ill. Bless his heart, he gave up there and then, and neither of us has been tempted to have one since. BUT, I still get the odd feeling occasionally after a meal, or while having a coffee, that
something is missing, and of course it is the 'oral' satisfaction that a ciggie provides. I think this is why many ex smokers gain weight, it is not so much eating as a deliberate way to alleviate that need, more a subconscious way of solving it.
Apropos the smell though, even now I cannot abide the aura of stale smoke and tobacco that lingers on people who have just had a fag, sitting on a bus and having someone come and sit next who has just had one is torture; or being in a store and someone standing near makes me rush away. I am so tempted to ask if they realise that they carry this disgusting miasma of nasty stale ash tray around with them?