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I started smoking my second year of college, in 1968. By 1972 I was using smokeless tobacco, as well. Thereafter, both, every day until May 14, 2003. But nicotine hasn't again brushed these lips since 7:30 a.m. on that day.
I had awakened about 1:30 that morning to go to the bathroom, and felt like I had contracted a sudden and very nasty chest cold. The crap was going around the office, so I was half expecting it, but it did seem that it came on, full blown, awfully sudden. I went back to bed and laid there for a while thinking about how sudden it had come on and it occurred to me that it could be a heart problem. My father, my older brother and my father's sister (a cloistered nun) all stroked off at age 53, so I had been taking a full aspirin a day since I was 34. I really didn't think it was a heart attack but decided, what the heck... I AM 53, and if it was or wasn't, it wouldn't hurt to get back up and take a couple of aspirin before I went back to sleep. So I did.
I woke up that morning and felt a lot better. The congestion in my chest was gone. Hmm, thought I...that could be good news AND bad news - a chest cold or the flu doesn't just go away over night. I started off on my hour commute to work, lighting up a cigarette as I pulled out of the driveway. About 7 minutes down the road the difficulty breathing returned and I put out my cigarette. I called work and said I'd be late because I was having trouble breathing and wanted to stop by Sacred Wallet Hospital to get checked out. By the time I hung up the cell phone, I knew I was in serious trouble.
I drove myself another 45 miles, through the milky fog of a fully occluded main ventricular artery, practicing Lamaze breathing all the way to stay conscious. I collapsed on the floor as I walked through the emergency room door. I'm the dead motherfucker that lived.
And that's my story. That's all it took for me to dump nicotine. Although effective, it is not the preferred method.
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