At CVS Pharmacy this morning, I tell the manager behind the counter not to order "my" cigarettes anymore–they used to hide a box for me under the counter. She loudly congratulated me, told the other girl I’ve stopped smoking and she congratulated and wished me luck as well.
The next stop, Ron’s Agway, where both Ron (my age and recently divorced) and Adam, a great kid (20) who wants to be a geologist, tell me I’m lookin’ good. I tell them I stopped smoking and Ron said yeah, but there’s more to it; that I look happier and less stressed out. Yeah, I grin; a three-year long cloud finally has, I think, cleared out.
Small towns are neat that way because you know each other. But small towns have bears. 64 sightings in the last one-year period. Only two towns have a higher number: 71 in Granby up near the MA border; and Simsbury leads with 74. Of course that could be a single bear who likes to take a daily hike.
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That three year cloud…. email me. I’d like to know more.
Congratulations on your newfound freedom — I’m at about five years smoke-free (I’ve cheated once or twice in that time, but not relapsed) — I think the thing that made it stick this time was the Zyban A.K.A. Wellbutrin that helped me stop in the first place. Now my biggest vice is I am addicted to nicotine gum. I’m not kidding. I get a few judgmental comments about it now and then (I just laugh) and I think the gum costs more than the smokes did, but hey, it can’t kill me, right?
Wonderful, I’ve tried quitting…ughhh! I have no will power.
It is good news too that your cloud has lifted. Sunshine can feel like a little blessing, no?
After decades of smoking–though I only started late as another step towards wickedness (kissed at 16, deflowered at 21, nicotine-addicted at 23)I turned to drugs (Chantix)to help me quit. Another thing–I was able to do so only after the issue causing the stress of heartache, anger and frustration of the past few years appeared to be nearing resolution.