15 Years And Counting

September 15, 2011

Today is the fifteenth anniversary of the day I finally quit cigarettes.

I was into my thirty-third year of a two-pack a day habit when a doctor I really trusted and respected told me that he wasn’t going to treat me any more unless I stopped smoking cigarettes. I never smoked a cigarette from the very moment of that phone call. It was the easiest cold turkey I could ever imagine; I guess I was just ready.

About six years later, I woke up one Saturday morning yearning desperately for a smoke. I fought it back but that yearning lasted all day and until I finally went to sleep that night.  But it was gone the next morning, and that Saturday remains the only bad quitting day I’ve had in those fifteen years.

Happy anniversary!

 

 

 

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