#non smoking

[desidelrey]

second day without smoking

[glenncoco4]

I guess I was wrong about the smoking. 😂

[bulbiedorf]

Just saying but the most annoying thing about having asthma is when I am in a nonsmoking section and someone smokes or vapes and I am like "excuse me, could you go to the designated smoking section? This is nonsmoking and I have asthma." And 90% of the time they are like chill about it and move and apologize and say they didn't know. But like 10% of the time a smoker will be like "yeah right" and guess who ends up having an asthma attack within 15 seconds because they blew smoke or vape near my face. And then, while I am coughing and using my inhaler, they suddenly act apologetic like how could they have POSSIBLY have known I was an ASTHMATIC when I told them I was an ASTHMATIC. Like. No. Go away. Stop trying to pretend you didn't think my illness was fake so I could rain on your parade instead of me having an actual chronic illness and have medical emergencies when I am exposed to too much smoke or vape. Get out of here and take your self pity with you.

[odinsblog]

I was originally going to send this to @chescaleigh ‘s inbox to say happy belated anniversary to her and Patrick, but then I thought about once when I was listening to one of her podcast maybe a couple of months ago(?) where she mentioned that her husband Patrick was trying to give up smoking and I wanted to share something with everyone that worked with me and helped me stop smoking.

I’m 33 years old and I actually didn’t begin smoking (or drinking and doing other things) until I turned 24. So here’s how I quit: Not too long ago, I was an almost pack a day smoker (I’m pretty sure I’m the only black man I know who smoked Marlboro reds. LOL. There’s a story behind that). Anyway, after what seemed like years and years of hearing well meaning people tell me that I should quit, I started telling people that I would quit. Eventually. Probably.

Family, friends, acquaintances and various other people kept telling me that I should quit, and just to shut them up, one day (around Christmas time) I said, “I’m quitting at the end of next year.” I was surprised at how effectively that shut people up and got them off my back. So I kinda said it a lot. Like, a whole lot. It worked like a charm. People who were disappointed that I smoked gave me all the praise when they thought I had a firm deadline set. So it was like a growing loop, like a downhill snowball getting bigger and bigger as the year went on, and it kind of fed on itself.

Here was the key to my successfully quitting: Pride. You need to understand one thing about me - I know it can be self destructive, but sometimes I care a little too much what people think about me. For example, if I’m out jogging and I’m just deadass dragging on the last mile of a 5 mile run, if I see someone looking at me—and it doesn’t even have to be someone I know—I instantly go into “hey I could do this all day” show off mode. I lift my knees up a little higher, my pace quickens, and I puff my chest out, lift my head up and smile like I’m about to be photographed for the cover of a sports magazine for running.

So as the end of the year (my self imposed deadline) quickly approached, suddenly I was quietly freaking out. Thinking to myself, “OMG, I’m really going to have to quit smoking, aren’t I?” I was shook, terrified and everything else. I honestly didn’t think I could do it. What would happen after the new year started and all those people saw me still smoking? I would be a liar. A fraud. Embarrassed in front of anyone who I ever told I was going to stop smoking, which was literally everyone I knew.

Holy shit. My pride was on the line. I was really going to have to quit, wasn’t I?

Fast forward to the end of that year, when I was going on an overseas trip to Paris, France. The girl I was going there with was instrumental in helping me quit. She didn’t judge me when at the last minute, I made up a new rule and said, “My no-smoking rule only applies when I’m on U.S. soil.” So for the next three weeks, I smoked every single chance I got, like the proverbial chimney. Mannn.... Smoking and drinking and clubbing and taking in the culture in Paris with a beautiful girl, and not a single care in the world. Ahhh. THAT was fucking living.

But eventually the trip had to come to an end, right? So after three wonderful weeks, there we were standing outside the airport, me puffing away like I was blindfolded and having that last cigarette in front of a firing squad. And then she quietly said it: “We’re heading back to U.S. soil...”

And I knew it was time to put up or shut up.

The fact that I had to be inside a non-smoking airport for two hours before an international flight helped. I mean, I COULDN’T smoke, right? And those two hours followed by a seven hour transatlantic flight also helped. And then, once we touched down in the U.S. I had to go another hour going through customs, so that helped too. It’s not that I couldn’t go 10 or 11 hours without smoking. I had done that many times before, but this time there was no fixed end point. So every minute I didn’t smoke after we got on that plane in Paris, I was kinda proving something to myself.

And when I got back home to all my friends and family and co-workers...? Literally NO ONE asked me about my promise to quit smoking....but they were all looking and paying attention. If I excused myself from a family dinner or a business meeting to go outside and take a phone call, somebody was looking, just to see if I was backsliding. And finally, after a couple of weeks, everyone started telling me how proud of me they were, and how amazed they were that I had just stopped smoking, cold turkey. I got all the “attaboys” in the world.

But remember, I didn’t tell everyone I was quitting to get accolades. I told them that just to get them off my back. I made the mistake of giving them an official quitting date, but PUBLICLY setting a firm hard date is probably what made it happen. I think it’s what really helped me quit: pride and my ginormous ego wouldn’t let me come back home and still be a smoker and embarrass myself.

The first two months were the hardest. After that, it’s just like, “Damn, I’ve made it this far, am I really going to stop now?” Several years in, and it’s not even hard anymore. It doesn’t bother me hanging out with people who still smoke. And it doesn’t bother me when I’m out drinking, which was when I *always* needed a smoke. That’s when I knew I had successfully made it as a non-smoker.

Weirdly though, sometimes I still occasionally wake up with the taste of cigarettes in my mouth, and for a split second before I wake all the way up, I feel guilty for “smoking” again, but other than that, it’s been smooth sailing. Easy peasy.

[bulbiedorf]

So just saying as a reason you CAN NOT vape in non smoking areas. I have asthma. I am also allergic to propylene glycol. About 3 days ago I accidentally scraped the back of my throat on some food. It hurt a lot to drink citrus juice for a few hours but other than a little sensitivity I was fine. Yesterday I was in a nonsmoking area and accidentally walked through a vape cloud. Within a matter of 30 minutes to an hour my throat got more and more sore. It was localized in the spot my throat hurt a few nights before. I gargled with salt water in the hope that would clear out what was irritating my throat. This morning I started coughing up mucous a bunch. Then around 2 I noticed blood in my mucous. When I got to my housing my throat was so full of mucous I had to gargle salt water. When I did so about half of the time thin streaks of blood came out. No more blood has made an appearance thus far but my throat is so full of mucous I have to keep coughing it out every 30 minutes in order to speak and breathe without difficulty. This is why you don't vape in non smoking areas. You have no idea what medical conditions other people have and how it can affect them. I shouldn't be coughing up bits of blood because you wanted to vape.

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