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11 years ago
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So here I am, 6 days ago, and I am a smoker, I drink, I smoke, I tell jokes, pretty much lather, rinse, repeat.
About 2 weeks ago, I landed myself back in the ER I or chest pains. Normally I have to be told to go, or drug there kicking and screaming. This was bad enough that I opted to go. I wanted to go.
When we get to the hospital the chest pains were still hitting pretty hard. I get into the room and get plugged up to every machine they had (or at least so it seems). And then the doctors and nurses... they leave then bloody fucking room!
.... my blood pressure is at this point through the roof. So says the doctor when she took it.
My heart rate looked like you could play a drum solo to it. Chest pains are rockin me like never before. And the doctors and nurses.... leave....
What the fuck!?
This isn't a fucking union break!
Get your asses in here and be all code blue and shit!
So there I am. Thinking I am about to die. And I make this silent promise to myself, my family, and whoever else was listening. Hell I was even praying it.
"I swear, if I am allowed to live at least to 80, I will quit smoking! I want to live a long, healthy, productive life.
6 days later.....
What the hell was I thinking!?
I feel like hell just had a marching band stomp all over my body.
so my question to myself is...what on earth was I even thinking?! Was I even the right mind to make this decision?! Now here I am, trying to remind myself why I quit, because I can breathe, I can taste my food, my sense of smell is back,my circulation has gotten better,I have more energy, hell I even sleep better, and I even have an appetite again. But the biggest plus that I can think of, is that I will be around a little bit longer to spend time with my friends, my family, and those whom I love and trust. Come to think of it...
Ok, maybe quiting smoking, isn't so bad after all.
I will try to keep everyone updated.
Take care!
About 2 weeks ago, I landed myself back in the ER I or chest pains. Normally I have to be told to go, or drug there kicking and screaming. This was bad enough that I opted to go. I wanted to go.
When we get to the hospital the chest pains were still hitting pretty hard. I get into the room and get plugged up to every machine they had (or at least so it seems). And then the doctors and nurses... they leave then bloody fucking room!
.... my blood pressure is at this point through the roof. So says the doctor when she took it.
My heart rate looked like you could play a drum solo to it. Chest pains are rockin me like never before. And the doctors and nurses.... leave....
What the fuck!?
This isn't a fucking union break!
Get your asses in here and be all code blue and shit!
So there I am. Thinking I am about to die. And I make this silent promise to myself, my family, and whoever else was listening. Hell I was even praying it.
"I swear, if I am allowed to live at least to 80, I will quit smoking! I want to live a long, healthy, productive life.
6 days later.....
What the hell was I thinking!?
I feel like hell just had a marching band stomp all over my body.
so my question to myself is...what on earth was I even thinking?! Was I even the right mind to make this decision?! Now here I am, trying to remind myself why I quit, because I can breathe, I can taste my food, my sense of smell is back,my circulation has gotten better,I have more energy, hell I even sleep better, and I even have an appetite again. But the biggest plus that I can think of, is that I will be around a little bit longer to spend time with my friends, my family, and those whom I love and trust. Come to think of it...
Ok, maybe quiting smoking, isn't so bad after all.
I will try to keep everyone updated.
Take care!
I run a a paintball team and I forbid my players from smoking. It wont help their game one bit and yet some of my guys got weak and cheated on me. I caught wind of it (literally) and made the two of them run the gauntlet.
Oh what's that: Its when you run from one side of a field to the other while the rest of the team unloads their guns at you, and back.
It does the trick.
*and hi from a fellow STL furry.*