Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Smoking

The last few weeks have been difficult.  The stress from work, combined with health issues loved ones are facing, have pushed me over the edge.


Last week I bought a pack of cigarettes.  My first since 1989.  I was climbing walls, and caved to the crave.  Since quitting, I've missed  cigarettes non-stop.  I lit that first smoke last week and it was heaven - there's not a drug in that world that could have equalled that.  Since then I've smoked 3 or 4 a day, and loved every single puff of every one.  My hands have been shaking lately, but after a cigarette I'm steady as a rock.  I hope this doesn't become a habit, but I sure love it right now.