I don't know why I started smoking. There is absolutely no good reason for me to have ever started smoking in the first place. I smoked my first cigarette in the summer before my sophomore year in college. I was 19 years old. It was a miracle I didn't start sooner. All of my cousins and my sister began smoking years before I did. I always thought that if I made it to 18 without smoking, I would never begin. I was wrong. I was at a party and a friend put a cigarette in my mouth and said, "Smoke up!" And, unfortunately, I did as I was told. Within two weeks, I was smoking at a pack per day.
And I smoked for the next 23 years. I tried to quit every now and then, but one thing about me is that I don't quit anything very easily. If I do something, I do it to the fullest of my ability. I never just smoked one or two every now and then; no, I smoked full on as much as I possibly could, no matter what I was doing. I smoked in my house, in my car, at work, drinking, sober, first thing in the morning, last thing at night. I was dedicated to my addiction.
Then, the anti-smoking laws began. I started paying attention to when and how I was smoking. Meanwhile, I moved to Denton, Texas and adopted two white kittens named Bailey and Baxter. And, yes, I still smoked in my house. I noticed one day that my beautiful white kittens had become yellow and asthmatic. They wheezed and coughed as much as I did. Finally, I made the call to stop smoking in my house. That was in 1999.
I got my teaching certificate, began teaching, and decided I could no longer smoke during the day. So, I started wearing a nicotine patch. I would smoke 4 cigarettes before I put it on, then put on the patch and wore it all day, until I got home around 5 in the afternoon. In the evening, I would smoke at least the rest of a pack. I did this until 2008, when I decided to stop smoking in my car and decided I no longer needed the patch. So. Get this. I spent money on cigarettes AND patches!!! For years!
When I quit the patch, I did not smoke during the day. From 6:30 in the morning until I got home at night, I did not smoke. I put myself through the first 10 hours of nicotine addiction every single day. Talk about self abuse.
Meanwhile, my cat Baxter was diagnosed with lung cancer. The vet said that this kind of cancer occurs in cats whose owners smoke around them. I told him I hadn't smoke around my cat in years, and he said more than likely that didn't matter. The damage was already done. Baxter died 6 months after the diagnosis. Crushed, guilty, horrified. And I continued to smoke.
Somewhere in there, I tried Chantix, quit for about a month, but the medicine made me feel like dementors (yes, a Harry Potter reference) were in the room constantly. I decided I would rather smoke than put up with that crap.
Cigarettes, meanwhile, continued to go up and up in price. I was spending $55 to $60 per week on cigarettes and was having a pretty serious financial crisis. I couldn't afford to spend money to go to the dentist. Couldn't afford to spend money to go to the doctor, or travel to see my family, but by god, I could spend money for my cigarettes!
When I finally went to the doctor, I was diagnosed with chronic bronchitis, bordering on COPD. My blood pressure was around 160/100. I was in stroke territory. My health was a ridiculous mess; I was a ridiculous mess.
I decided on June 12, 2013 that I was done. No more. And I quit. 10 days on nicotine lozenges. The rest completely cold turkey. Did I mention how stubborn I am?
So, there's the whole story of my nicotine addiction. I'm sure more will come out later. I think that's enough for now...