Part of my plan to quit smoking included scheduling an appointment with my doctor to discuss possible options that might help me get through the process without turning into the Wicked Witch of the South. The problem is, I am one of those people that simply cannot stand going to the doctor.
Actually I don’t much like visiting anyone with an evil grin on their face that seems to derive great pleasure from stabbing me in the butt with a needle big enough to take an elephant down.
To be fair to the medical community though, I admit that I don’t make a very good patient. By the time they get done dealing my crankiness, they probably truly enjoy the very thought of inflicting pain on me.
The words that he had to tell me today, stopped me dead in my tracks.
I was trying to get some relief from his nagging lecture by telling him that I truly did understand that this was probably my last chance to finally quit smoking. He explained to me that no, I didn’t seem to understand at all.
“This isn’t about being your last chance to quit smoking. This is your last chance to live. We are no longer just fighting the addiction. We are fighting for your life. If we don’t get a handle on this right now, you won’t be around next year, let alone long enough to see your daughter graduate.”
No matter how stubborn you are, those are words that will get your attention in a hurry. I was no exception. He had my full attention. Now it is all just a matter of setting the plan in motion so that I will be around long enough to drive y’all crazy! (grin)
In addition to multiple medications to fight the chronic infection in my lungs, this time I am armed with CHANTIX and WELLBUTRIN XL to help me beat my overwhelming addiction for nicotine.
Allowing time for the medication to build up in my system, leaves me with a quit smoking date of February 5th. The night of February 4th, I will lay down my cigarettes for the last time.
I have no doubt in my mind that I will succeed.