Thursday, December 29, 2005

Auld Lang Sine

No, this is not one of those posts reminiscent of the glorious year past. Quite frankly 2005 sucked and I am not sad to leave it in the dust. We endured several trials that I am happy to forget. Oh I know, we were immensely blessed with #2 Son, and I am eternally grateful for that. And yes, we are blessed in so many more ways - we're all healthy, we have a roof over our heads and despite the best efforts of my teenage son, we have food in the house. None of this though, is my point.

I miss smoking. I really, REALLY miss it. There I said it. I'm not talking about the preparation of food either. I'm referring to my former dirty, nasty, smelly, totally unhealthy cigarette habit.

I miss the stress relief it gave me. Many a Marlboro Ultra Light died to save the life of another - be it annoying telemarketers, unfriendly customer "service" representatives and even my own family. Is it any wonder I am so crabby?

I miss the solitude of my first morning smoke alone on the back deck. I no longer have that luxury of time to plan my day. Is it any wonder I am so unorganized?

I miss lighting up and calling a friend just to chitchat as I indulged in my addiction, especially if she was a smoker and was indulging as well. Is it any wonder that I have lost touch with several friends?

I miss cranking up the radio in the car really loud so that I could hear it over the noise of the open window (where the ashes were shed). It gave me the opportunity (excuse) to sing equally as loud without feeling foolish. Is it any wonder I have road rage now?

Of course, there are things I do not miss. I don't miss scrounging for $3.50 every stinking day to pay for my weakness. Speaking of stinking, I don't miss that at all. I never really noticed the smell before. To think, I thought I was hiding it from people. I don't miss trying to find a place to smoke in an increasingly non-smoking world. I am happy that my kids are happy. They have been after me for years to quit. Sure, I'll be healthier and I am setting a good example for them. Whatever. I know my teeth will no longer be yellow, not to mention my fingernails. Maybe I can go without polish more often now. Hopefully I have not damaged my skin so much that my face resembles a 75-year-old coal miner when I'm 45.

That does not mean I don't miss it, though. It has been months since I quit. I always told people that I was going to walk away from my beloved smokes "when I was ready." Then I got pregnant, and I had to. A part of me feels like I was railroaded. I was forced to give up a crutch that I was not yet ready to let go of. I still DREAM about smoking. Seriously. Of course in my dreams, I feel a great deal of shame for succumbing to my demon, but I also feel a bit of a thrill for indulging in the forbidden.

Do not worry that I will fall off the wagon. The Good Lord, Karma, Fate, or whatever you believe in is looking out for me, despite my own stupidity. Recently I obtained the forbidden fruit. I didn't buy the pack of course. Everyone knows that if you buy a pack of cigarettes yourself you can no longer claim to have quit. Duh! Anyway, I smoked one. Yesiree, I savored that baby. I drew the sweet nectar deep into my lungs over and over. I may have even blown smoke rings of joy. About 3/4 of the way through the smokage I started feeling a little shaky. No bother - I chalked it up to withdrawal. It took about 5 minutes after my return to sin for my body to experience hot flashes like I was wallowing in the depths of hell, which in turn produced buckets of sweat. I ignored the hot flash, attributing it to an insanely early menopause, but then my head began revolving, eventually reaching a full 100 mile an hour spin. No longer than 10 minutes after I extinguished my former love, I was sprinting for the porcelain God/Goddess. I was VIOLENTLY ill. It was like I was teleported back to my twenties after a few too many bottles of Boones Farm and Bacardi 151 shots. Draped over the edge of the toilet watching my dinner return I could not help thinking that I had made a mistake. True I had probably used too much oregano in the casserole, but more importantly I realized that perhaps I had finally crossed that deep divide - I had passed the point of no return and had finally become a "non-smoker", not that I was happy about it or anything.

Never one to trust fate, I attempted to light up one last time a few days ago. Instantly I felt the frightening "heat" and an echo of nausea. I stomped the cigarette out while I was ahead. As much as I enjoyed smoking, the new consequences were not worth it. Damnit.

I should be thrilled that my body (and a higher power) is protecting me from self-destruction. Instead, I miss smoking. I really REALLY miss it.

It's a good thing I still drink. Otherwise I'd be perfect.


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Name: Cattiva
Location: Virginia, United States

About Me: I'm the mom of three: #1 Son (20), The Princess of Wails (17) and their baby brother - The Baby (6). I was a grad-student working on an MA in history until we were surprised - I mean blessed - with The Baby. I'll get back to it...someday (the thesis, not the kid - I have no choice concerning the kid). I am one of only a few people I went to school with who is actually using their history degree in my career (and to think my Father called it Basket-weaving!). I live a very hectic life amongst massive clutter. I call it a good day if we have managed to get home at night without losing one of the kids (no matter how hard I try!). Friends say I have a humorous take on life's happenings. The sad part is that what I write about is true. I laugh to keep from crying.

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