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Edited on Sun Jun-05-11 07:20 AM by Skip Intro
My God, when it first started, I could not breathe. I have asthma from time to time, but this was something beyond my wildest nightmares. I could not inhale even enough to take a hit from my rescue inhaler. Gasping for breath. Scary, scary place to be. I prayed to God to please let me breathe, as my sister was on her way to take me to the emergency room (no insurance) for help. I was crying. I don't cry. They had treatments that helped, a lot. I left better, but not great. But at least I was coughing up stuff, nasty stuff.
This was mid April. A few doctor visits later, and a long, crazy long recovery, I think I'm finally ok. It's now early June. I still hit my inhaler once in a while. Still hit the special Symbicort inhaler once or twice a day. One last free sample of Singlair left.
But dammit. I can breathe now. I can take a deep breath. I can take several in a row. Feels soo good.
In that mix described above, left out was my use of cigarettes. The emergency room visit came four days after a night of chain smoking. That ended, of course, and I can't believe I'd ever pick up a cigarette again.
It is a horrible feeling to be unable to breathe. Worst thing I've ever felt.
And now it seems to be over. Hallelujah.
I mowed, with a push mower, a big back yard today, and didn't pant heavily afterwards.
And the thing to this all is, after eight weeks of no smoking, I still crave a smoke. Just one.
So far, I've been able to resist, bringing to mind the horrors of my recent past. But man, they taste so good.
Good enough to die for? Good enough to struggle to breathe? These are the things I ask myself when confronted with this craving. After eight weeks, surprised it is so strong, and almost clever.
Most insidious drug I've ever ingested. And I've ingested a few.
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