No Ifs, Ands, or Butts
by Calendar Hacksaw
There will be no Calendar Hacksaw column this month. Maybe no column
next month, either. Hell, for that matter, maybe never again. One minor
change in lifestyle has caused ol Calendar to lose whatever spark of
creativity he ever possessed.
Calendar Hacksaw has quit smoking.
Yep, folks, after some 35 years of puffing on two-packs-plus-per-day, I
snuffed out the last butt on Sunday, March 29, 1998. Farewell, old friend.
Farewell, you sonofabitch. Thanks for everything. Thanks for nothing.
Yeah, the chronic bronchitis had a lot to do with it. And the almost
constant shortness of breath. The scary chest pains. The total inability
to put in anything that even closely resembled a half-days work up
at the Twisted Sisters Ranch.
It wasnt the rising cost of cigarettes that did it, but rather the
rising cost of smoking. Sick and tired, as they say, of
waking up sick and tired.
Now, you might be inclined to shout, Calendar, its been less
than two months since your last big puff. How can you be so sure that youll
make it?
Good question, dirtbag. Deserves a good answer. I dont have one,
so this will have to do.
Thirty-five years is a lot of smoke. Gives a fella time to sort it out,
try different things. Sure, I tried cold turkey, but I prefer
a good burrito. Over the years, over the decades, dammit, I never quit for
more than about 12 very miserable days. But not this time. The secret:
NicoDerm CQ (tm).
Thats right, nicotine patches. Yep, that did it for me. Just three
days into the ten-week program and I knew I had found the right door,
walked through it, locked it behind me, and chucked the key into the
mighty Caliente River.
I buy my patches down at Costco (tm), where I can pick up a two-week
supply for about $40, which is less than I was paying for cigarettes.
No, patches arent for everyone; maybe not for you. Check with your
own doctor; dont bother me. Im in a bad enough mood as it is,
losing my constant companion, and trying to get on with my
life. I may not crave a cigarette right now, but Im fully capable of
killing any human being who happens to tick me off for any trivial reason
at all. Apparently that is one of the side effects of quitting. Well, so
what? Just get out of my damned way before I flatten you like a ground
squirrel being chased by a barn cat through a cornfield during a hailstorm
on Moodys birthday. Geez, just leave me alone!
Maybe this bad mood thing will go away eventually. Or maybe
Ill learn to focus it. Only time will tell, and Im not into
predicting the future.
There are other side effects to patches besides anger. One of them is
nightmares. Nightmares, big time! No need to rent any videos. These make
Melatonin nightmares look like daydreams. My average nights sleep
now is about four hours. I fall asleep at work while eating lunch or using
the urinal. Sometimes I suffer from anxiety, chills, rapid heartbeat,
delusions of grandeur, intestinal distress, sweaty palms, attention
deficit disorder, poor manners, road rage, and improper Internet
protocols. I pass school buses with flashing red lights. I intentionally
try to pick losing numbers when playing Super Lotto (tm), and have become
quite adept at it. I leave the toilet seat up and the cap off the
toothpaste.
But thats the price I have to pay, the price Im willing to
pay, in order to better comply with the law banning smoking in bars. Thats
the price I have to pay to save up enough cigarette money to afford a
weekend at the Rankin Ranch, where they probably wouldnt let me
smoke indoors anyway. Thats the price I have to pay if I want hang
around on this earth long enough to get back all that money Ive
invested over the years in Social Security and retirement plans.
Quittin smokin aint fun; not by far. But it is a good
idea for anyone in as sad of shape as me, and the improved health picture
is almost immediate. I was surprised at how quickly my cough subsided and
my sense of smell and taste returned. In fact, I would be derelict in my
duty if I failed to tell some of my friends and co-workers exactly how bad
they smell.
Ex-smokers can be a hard lot to deal with. Now I just hope some fool
doesnt go out and invent a beer patch. Some vices just best be left
alone.
Calendar Hacksaw's e-mail addresses are <calendar@usa.net>
and <twistedsisters@hotmail.com>
and he hopes to never hear from you while hes in this bad mood. No
animals were harmed during the writing of this column, but theyd
better watch out.
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