Today I’m coming out of my long-haul Covid crash and thinking about how much better things are being smoke free. I am coughing less. I don’t notice my breathing or sleeping being better. My energy is still lousy. My voice has changed. I no longer sound like a cigar-smoking bookie from New York. Probably the most surprising thing to me is how much more time I have. Since I don’t go outside to sit and smoke, I talk short walks. When I get frustrated I don’t go out to smoke I change activities and give my brain and emotions time to reset before tackling the problem again. When I accomplish something I tell myself out loud,”Good Job” and then i take a few seconds to see what it feels like to believe it.
I misplaced that song (to I’ve been working on the railroad) but I’m making up my own words - oh yeah, my lungs don’t know where to go, uh huh uh huh. My hands and feet are tingling from having blood flow uh huh! Oxygen saturating my body, my brain is so confused. Been running on empty so long ‘cuz it’s used to being abused (shake a tail feather, pony step, bugaloo- jazz hands 🚭🤣❤️.). I’m getting ideas and strength from so many of you here and getting to know the things you have/are experiencing in your life without a nicotine crutch. You inspire me.
so even when the brain fog is thick and I can’t remember things or figure stuff out I can count on the fact that smoking isn’t going to make anything better, but coming here does.
