Last night, as I lay in bed watching Two and a Half Men (which I rarely miss, even though I list Charley Sheen as one of the people I’d most like to beat senseless), I realized that I wasn’t coughing. Lately, shortly after lying down, I have gotten a coughing fit. My theory is that gravity lets the crap and corruption that has built up on my lung walls start creeping/dripping/falling. Not a pretty picture, but at least it woke me up to the necessity to stop poisoning myself.
Anyway, I take it as a sign that severely restricting my tobacco usage is having an effect. So this morning, I changed our plan of one cigarette per hour to one every hour and a half. We’ll do that for a day or two, and then take the next step…perhaps one every three hours…we’ll see.
I have always said that something like this is better done cold-turkey. However, I want my wife to participate in this, too, as I’m fond of her, and want her to be around a while, too. And I doubt she’d be willing to go the distance that way. And I think that this confidence-building is helping us to establish the self-discipline we need to succeed.
Besides, I’ve also always said the Cowboys had the best NFL offense/defense combination, and they’ve certainly proven me wrong on that! So my track record isn’t spotless. Maybe when Landry and Staubach were there, I could have gone cold-turkey… nowadays, I’ll take a crutch.
An associate friend of mine had a close call the other night. Cricket is the administrator on a professional webmaster site and forum, V7 Network, where I serve as one of many moderators. She went out to dinner with her son and daughter, and suddenly found herself with a piece of meat lodged in her throat. As she was slowly being asphyxiated, her son (being a bright lad, apparently with an opportunistic bent), promptly beat the hell out of her, to keep her from going “into the light”. Good job, Nicholas! Cracked ribs beat a funeral procession ANY day! Glad it worked out well. I’ve grown fond of Cricket, and there’s already a shortage of great Texas gals out there. Besides, we don’t get paid extra for training new bosses.
A scary occurrence, when you can’t get any air, and the room goes dark and quiet. They say your life passes before your eyes in those final moments. It can be a life-changing experience, according to some that have survived such things. I’ve been close a couple of times, but not that close.
Of course, I chew my food!