Well, on any other site this would be way too off topic, but since the topics have ranged from everything from politics and religion to billboards of hairy Aussie men dresses as superheros, what the hey.
I've been suffering from some pretty unpleasent health problems for the last couple of years. I finally discovered the source - Crohn's Disease. I don't know which was worse, the pain, the fatique, the strain my constant sickness put on my relationsips with friends, family, and my boyfriend, or how that constant state of sickness prevented the accomplishments both professional and personal goals. Okay, so the pain was definately the worse. Imagine having your intestines torn from the inside and you will get the proper picture.
It is hard on a landscape photographer to never know if you will have a violent attack 3 miles into a hike and 40 miles from home.
With this disease you are suppose to lose weight, but that effect was actually reversed when my activity level went from fairly constant to completely inert.
The point of all this is actually rather positive. I have been "thinking about" quitting smoking for a while now, as nearly every smoker thinks about it whenever they can't quite make a flight of stairs. Smoking does not cause Crohn's and it will not go away when I stop, but the general medical consensous is that it aggrivates it and worsens the number and intensity of attacks. According to one study, attacks went down 65% in smokers after they had been tabacco-free for one year.
Well, I decided today that I'm tired of being sick. I've gotten over the initial depression involved with all of this, as well as a good dose of "why me" anger. It's been a test, and will continue to be. Whether from a high power, myself, or some karmic life force -- it has been a test. Like way too many things I've been through in my life: I hate what happened, I'm proud as hell to have gotten through it as the personI am now.
Now I'm just sick of it. I've already changed my diet drastically, though more in frequency and amount than content (eating constantly instead of the running on fumes all day, then filling up on dinner at about 10pm). I've getting my energy back now that I've learned to minimize attacks and have been able to get out more because of that (two short hikes last weekend). I've even lost some of that couch potato, screwed up metabolism weight and am back down to 145 pounds, just by doing the things I have to manage the disease.
Well, I haven't had a cigarette all day. I had tried before and failed misably, so this time it is with the help of a nicotine patch and half a zanex (yes, I have a perscription). Before I was determined to do it without all of these silly "gimicks." Those were trial runs that never lasted more than a few hours and at the end of which I was a maniac. They served an imporant purpose: humility.
So, wish me luck. It's been 5 hours and I don't feel like killing anyone yet. I'm actually pretty calm so far and know what to expect if that doesn't last. All pretty good for someone who hasn't been without a cigarette for more than hour many time in the last ten years. (yes, that would make me 13 when I started). I think I'm finally fed up enough to do it.