It’s been awhile hasn’t it?
It’s been over year since I first learned and told you all about my medical problems. That being diagnosed with Stage 2 COPD. Looking back at that original thread is quite embarrassing. I’m always one to be over dramatic. But woah boy! I certainly wasn’t holding back on my fears and worries.
Anyways, what has happened since...not much. I’m doing a lot better, I’m able to move More freely and I FEEL better. There is a lot of medical stuff that I was told that if I’m being honest, even after an explanation my dumb brain couldn’t figure out.
But to put it simply I am NOT going to die anytime soon. Atleast from the COPD. I could get shot down at some point but that isn’t something that is likely to happen.
So yeah, unless something major comes up. I am never going to bring this up again. I originally wasn’t going to AT ALL. But I figured a small update on something I was being so crazed over might be worthwhile.
Now onto the more meaty thing. Having to quit smoking, I have been smoking over 30 years ( I just turned 50 ) specifically Cigars and the occasional pipe. I was a chain smoker and I smoked 2 or 3 a day.
And I didn’t just taste, I inhaled! Something EXTREMELY hazardous. I’m surprised I hadn’t had problems before this.
I tried going on and off for about until February where I finally decided I have to stop.
I cancelled my weekly order of cigars. And went my first 2 without cigars. It was one of the most brutal experiences I have had in a LONG time. I always heard it was hard to quit but Jesus is it harder than I thought. Like the weak man I am, I pop a cigar in my mouth and then I heard his voice.
“Graham! Are you fucking smoking again!”
I recognized that monotone voice automatically.
It wasn’t was one other than my best friend and roommate Patrick who must of smelled the smoke despite me sitting on the balcony.
Patrick is one of the kindest people I know, yet he is also one of the meanest people I know.
I love him dearly but I guess he thought that being tough on me would help...it kinda did!
I told him that I went for two days and as a reward I allowed myself one cigar.
Patrick rolled his eyes and told me that “smoking cigars is not going to help you quit.”
He took then cigar out of my hand and put it out.
I realized that I was going to not allow my urges to take over and I went another 3 days without smoking!
Unfortunately by this point I started feeling sick, I had been vomiting a lot and felt like I couldn’t move.
But after a couple more days, I managed to go a full week without smoking and it’s now been a few months without a single cigar. I still have urges but those subside fast.
So that’s whats been up with me!
It’s been over year since I first learned and told you all about my medical problems. That being diagnosed with Stage 2 COPD. Looking back at that original thread is quite embarrassing. I’m always one to be over dramatic. But woah boy! I certainly wasn’t holding back on my fears and worries.
Anyways, what has happened since...not much. I’m doing a lot better, I’m able to move More freely and I FEEL better. There is a lot of medical stuff that I was told that if I’m being honest, even after an explanation my dumb brain couldn’t figure out.
But to put it simply I am NOT going to die anytime soon. Atleast from the COPD. I could get shot down at some point but that isn’t something that is likely to happen.
So yeah, unless something major comes up. I am never going to bring this up again. I originally wasn’t going to AT ALL. But I figured a small update on something I was being so crazed over might be worthwhile.
Now onto the more meaty thing. Having to quit smoking, I have been smoking over 30 years ( I just turned 50 ) specifically Cigars and the occasional pipe. I was a chain smoker and I smoked 2 or 3 a day.
And I didn’t just taste, I inhaled! Something EXTREMELY hazardous. I’m surprised I hadn’t had problems before this.
I tried going on and off for about until February where I finally decided I have to stop.
I cancelled my weekly order of cigars. And went my first 2 without cigars. It was one of the most brutal experiences I have had in a LONG time. I always heard it was hard to quit but Jesus is it harder than I thought. Like the weak man I am, I pop a cigar in my mouth and then I heard his voice.
“Graham! Are you fucking smoking again!”
I recognized that monotone voice automatically.
It wasn’t was one other than my best friend and roommate Patrick who must of smelled the smoke despite me sitting on the balcony.
Patrick is one of the kindest people I know, yet he is also one of the meanest people I know.
I love him dearly but I guess he thought that being tough on me would help...it kinda did!
I told him that I went for two days and as a reward I allowed myself one cigar.
Patrick rolled his eyes and told me that “smoking cigars is not going to help you quit.”
He took then cigar out of my hand and put it out.
I realized that I was going to not allow my urges to take over and I went another 3 days without smoking!
Unfortunately by this point I started feeling sick, I had been vomiting a lot and felt like I couldn’t move.
But after a couple more days, I managed to go a full week without smoking and it’s now been a few months without a single cigar. I still have urges but those subside fast.
So that’s whats been up with me!
