Happy Anniversary To Me!
Wow. A year. I didn't think i could or would ever do it. A year ago tomorrow i had my last cigarette.
It was about 11pm. I was sick. We had just come back from 10 days in Toronto, cat sitting the now dearly departed Emo [inlink]leetee,44[/inlink] for my friend Mark. I had a nice birthday there. My parents took us to see Mama Mia. It was very warm. Too warm in Mark's apartment and we didn't bring light enough clothing. I remember wearing my black rubber boots with the white poka dots on them with my red plaid mini skirt to the theatre. I remember feeling like crap the day we came back, but i thought it was just being over tired. I was sick enough to consider not having a cigarette. Big wow for me. I mean, i know i have quit bigger and badder shit than nicoteen, but i never even imagined myself as a non smoker. My doc once told me to not quit when i was sick, that i wouldn't recover as well. I remember smoking while getting chemo. Strange image, but i wasn't the only one. The cancer clinic even had an indoor smoking room for chemo patients. I still hate big ugly reclinders... remind me too much of those weeks.
For some reason, the thought occurred to me on February 17th, that i should just not smoke. Like the old NA days, one day at a time. I didn't enjoy my last cigarette. In fact, i think it made me want to puke. But that could have been the flu part. Who knows. All i know is tht i don't smoke now. I haven't since. I miss it some times. I even have the occasional dream that i started smoking again and i think, in the dream, 'damn it, i will have to quit again!' The first time was hard enough. My husband was sooo patient!
In other news, my mom is coming to town this weekend. The last time she was here was during the weekend of @lilho's birthday party. [inlink]leetee,73[/inlink] We've seen her since, but on her turf. She wants to shop, though. Get the last of the winter clearance sales. We will probably go to the AlbrightKnox Art Gallery on Friday night. Maybe see a Frank Llyod Wright house between shops. Eat at some of her favorite places. I was thinking we could try Shango's Bistro, since @paul's journal [inlink]paul,4172[/inlink] made it look so yummy there. Oh, and i think she wants to hang out with us, too.
It was about 11pm. I was sick. We had just come back from 10 days in Toronto, cat sitting the now dearly departed Emo [inlink]leetee,44[/inlink] for my friend Mark. I had a nice birthday there. My parents took us to see Mama Mia. It was very warm. Too warm in Mark's apartment and we didn't bring light enough clothing. I remember wearing my black rubber boots with the white poka dots on them with my red plaid mini skirt to the theatre. I remember feeling like crap the day we came back, but i thought it was just being over tired. I was sick enough to consider not having a cigarette. Big wow for me. I mean, i know i have quit bigger and badder shit than nicoteen, but i never even imagined myself as a non smoker. My doc once told me to not quit when i was sick, that i wouldn't recover as well. I remember smoking while getting chemo. Strange image, but i wasn't the only one. The cancer clinic even had an indoor smoking room for chemo patients. I still hate big ugly reclinders... remind me too much of those weeks.
For some reason, the thought occurred to me on February 17th, that i should just not smoke. Like the old NA days, one day at a time. I didn't enjoy my last cigarette. In fact, i think it made me want to puke. But that could have been the flu part. Who knows. All i know is tht i don't smoke now. I haven't since. I miss it some times. I even have the occasional dream that i started smoking again and i think, in the dream, 'damn it, i will have to quit again!' The first time was hard enough. My husband was sooo patient!
In other news, my mom is coming to town this weekend. The last time she was here was during the weekend of @lilho's birthday party. [inlink]leetee,73[/inlink] We've seen her since, but on her turf. She wants to shop, though. Get the last of the winter clearance sales. We will probably go to the AlbrightKnox Art Gallery on Friday night. Maybe see a Frank Llyod Wright house between shops. Eat at some of her favorite places. I was thinking we could try Shango's Bistro, since @paul's journal [inlink]paul,4172[/inlink] made it look so yummy there. Oh, and i think she wants to hang out with us, too.
Happy belated birthday too. Have fun with your Mom!