MistressOfGa
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Rayne, When I quit smoking three years ago, I was smoking 4 packs a day. I was killing myself, slowly. I got very sick and had to be admitted. My oxygen level was down to 73 and my blood oxygen level was down in the 40's. I almost died. Yet, I continued to smoke. I even smoked on the way to the E.R. that night. My doctor walked into my room and said these words: "You will be dead in two years if you continue to smoke" and that is all it took. I called my sister told her to take the 4 cartons of cigarettes out of my house that I had just bought and get rid of them. They gave me a patch during my stay at the hospital, but I didnt have anything when I returned home and I couldnt afford them. I came home, and I NEVER lit another cigarette. How did I do this? By using this method. I would visualize my lungs, happy, carefree, smoke-free. Smiling, laughing, not unlike happy children. Then when I would want a cigarette, I would visualize my lungs, crying, running, clinging to each other like frightened children, afraid and screaming. And believe it or not, I would feel so badly for them that the thought of causing them any more anguish would be enough for me to not smoke. After a couple of weeks, I needed something more, because by that time I was like "Fuck my lungs, give me a smoke!!" so I called my sister in Arizona and I asked her to help me somehow. She has never smoked. She gave me a auditory to go with my visual. Each time I wanted a cigarette, I would call her and she would scream into the phone this high pitch, god awful sound, and according to my mind, this was the sound my poor lungs were making when I thought of smoking. THIS worked for me. I smoked for 33 years. I smoked camel full flavored, 3 to 4 packs a day. I just STOPPED smoking. There is NO easy way. It is and has been one of my hardest yet my most proudest accomplishments to date. You hear it all the time "If I can quit, anyone can", well it is absolutely true in my case. My life was revolved around smoking. I based my decisions on where to go, what to do, how to do it and so forth by whether I could smoke there or not. I wouldnt take a job where I couldnt light up when I wanted to. I refused to hang out with non smokers. I refused to date non smokers. I was consumed by smoking. My step-monster told me that she just quit and never thought of them again. To that I say BULLSHIT. There isnt a day that goes by that I dont think about smoking a cigarette at least once a day. But I dont. What keeps me from smoking? It was TOO DAMN HARD to quit. I dont want to go through that shit again. I feel wonderful now, by the way. What also helped me was being a Domina. If I can command another human being, how is it I couldnt command my own self? Things that make you go..hmmmm...
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