There’s nothing like a crippling fever and cough to ruin one’s Memorial Day Weekend. Every time I thought I was better, I got worse and stared at the lovely days outside from my bed going in and out of fever induced naps. I eventually got well enough to get up and take care of myself and enjoy about 3 hours of the long weekend all the while knowing how and why the illness got into my body:
Cigarettes. Lots of them.
The Excuse: “Because I am going through some tough personal times.”
It got pretty gross there for a while. I would wake up and run outside to have a cigarette before I exercised then another before I got on the train then another after I got off on my way to the office. This entire ritual was performed all before 9am. It was no surprise to me that I woke up on Thursday morn feeling like toxic garbage.
It was a great way to end the relationship, though. I’ve tried ending it before but this was enough for me. Hell, I quit drinking so this should be a piece of piss to get through. I’m not going to turn my blog into an anti-smoking-drinking ranting board but I would like to stress to everyone how amazing it feels to be ridding my body of all the crap I’ve been putting into it. Actually, I feel worse than I ever did while I was smoking but that is natural for a week or so after you quit. My lungs are regenerating back to a healthy state which, in turn, makes the rest of my body feel like I still have the flu. Awesome.
In conclusion, don’t smoke and if you do try and quit. It’s bullshit and costs too much.
I’m putting a little box in the corner of the blog to mark how many days I’ve been smoke free because, in the end, you guys can yell at me if I slip up.
All the best,
Dennis Cahlo
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