How lucky are we that you're a part of this board bro? Always nice to have a professional like yourself here. Have a good weekend.
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No worries, Neesy, about the joke, they don`t say for nothing that laughter is the best medicine. 
Like Leo says in The Revenant: " I ain`t afraid of dying no more, done it already. "
Same here, but I ain`t gonna die just yet, I will see my daughter grow into a beautiful and smart woman, and then...well, what happens, happens, no one gets out of here alive any way...
Like Leo says in The Revenant: " I ain`t afraid of dying no more, done it already. "
Same here, but I ain`t gonna die just yet, I will see my daughter grow into a beautiful and smart woman, and then...well, what happens, happens, no one gets out of here alive any way...
...awww, I'm just glad to be able to help....it's why I got into Nursing......
And thank you for the great advices, my friends...
The main thing for me right now is to keep a positive attitude. I must admit that the news are a heavy blow, I somehow feel a bit beside myself, like I`m not all there atm, like it`s happening to somebody else, not me...
But, the fight is on.
Talk to you all in a bit, I`m off to do my exercise, depression shall not prevail....
The main thing for me right now is to keep a positive attitude. I must admit that the news are a heavy blow, I somehow feel a bit beside myself, like I`m not all there atm, like it`s happening to somebody else, not me...
But, the fight is on.
Talk to you all in a bit, I`m off to do my exercise, depression shall not prevail....
((SRBO)) Sorry to hear this, but I know that you will fight the fight and take care of yourself. AS for smoking, once the prices went past $5 a pack I decided to quit. I thought 'Why am I paying a company that much cash to slowly kill me?' and that was my 'Aha' moment. It was rough for the first couple of weeks but it did become easier. I still have the urge and it's been 10 years. That monkey never leaves your back. You just have to fight it one day at a time.
...damn!
I got diagnosed with COPD ( Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease ).
If that is not awesome, I don`t know what is.
Besides the obvious one, that I have to quit smoking, anyone got some advice on this?
Of course, I hope that none of you have it, but if you do, can you share your experience in living with this?
My husband was diagnosed with it almost 5 years ago. He was hospitalized for about a week. The doctor told him "you can quit smoking or you can die. Your choice." (Doctor pulls no punches.) so, while he was in hospital they started him on the patch, and I quit cold turkey.
Unfortunately, he has gained weight...as have I. Only partly because of quitting smoking. We both do less walking etc., plus we are older.
Advice; follow the doctor advice regarding meds. Dh was put on quite a few prescriptions, and he found some needed to have dosage adjusted and others eliminated...but do that in consultation with your doctor. Keep a bit of an eye for side effects. Get all prescriptions filled at the same pharmacy. The pharmacist will see if meds from one doctor might interact with meds from another doctor.
Having quit smoking dh has found he feels better, has more energy, better circulation, doesn't need to wear sweaters as much, which is why he had a load to donate, lol.
He will be on some medications for the rest of his life. One puffer he takes daily, another is a rescue inhaler. And, for him, there are one or two others. I do not know your situation, but when he went in the ambulance, nobody thought he was going to survive. His damage is severe, hopefully yours is not so bad.
Good luck. And one other thing, do not expect to feel better immediately. It took a long time for the damage to happen so give it time to recover. But do not give up.
Sorry I can't offer anything but a hugs so *HUGS*
You got lots of reasons to quit and a good support system! It ain't gonna be easy, but it will be worth it. Much love and support to you!
Dang, I hate to hear this. I have some experience with this subject, as my mom had it. It sucks. Badly.
I read this book... had my last cigarette @11:59 pm on August 17th 2004. It worked for me, I haven't smoked since and I have not had a single urge to do so since 2004. (I really only had any bad symptoms for the first 2-3 weeks.)
(sorry to the people that have already heard this story umpty times)
Thanks, Flake.
Book has been ordered. Every advice helps.
Sorry to hear of the diagnosis,but know you will fight..no words of advice,not versed in that but you have my sincerest best wishes that you will do well,hang on and who knows what kinds of advances in science we will see in the years ahead..
Well, day two with the knowledge about this is coming to an end and...so far, so good.
Strangely, I don` feel depressed or devastated by it, it is what it is, I gotta do what I can, what I must, everything else...well, there shall be water if God wills it.
Thank you so much for your advices and support so far, it means the world to me.
Strangely, I don` feel depressed or devastated by it, it is what it is, I gotta do what I can, what I must, everything else...well, there shall be water if God wills it.
Thank you so much for your advices and support so far, it means the world to me.
It sounds like you are in a very good place emotionally. Plus, you have a loving family - a strong support system means the world. Adding my prayers to the very long list of people in your corner.Well, day two with the knowledge about this is coming to an end and...so far, so good.
Strangely, I don` feel depressed or devastated by it, it is what it is, I gotta do what I can, what I must, everything else...well, there shall be water if God wills it.
Thank you so much for your advices and support so far, it means the world to me.
Arkay Lynchpin
Preserve wildlife; pickle a squirrel.
I had a bout of chronic bronchitis, with a touch of pneumonia, a while back. Stopping smoking was the only thing that helped.
I now vape using n.e.t. products. Similar experience to smoking, but much cheaper, and has all those wonderful side benefits such as no more stale tobacco smoke aroma, no more burn holes in clothes, no more coughing my lungs up all night, etc...
My lungs cleared within two weeks.
This company has awesome flavours and you can customise the vg/pg & nicotine strengths: www.Naturally-Extracted-Tobacco.com, e-liquids for electronic cigarettes
I now vape using n.e.t. products. Similar experience to smoking, but much cheaper, and has all those wonderful side benefits such as no more stale tobacco smoke aroma, no more burn holes in clothes, no more coughing my lungs up all night, etc...
My lungs cleared within two weeks.
This company has awesome flavours and you can customise the vg/pg & nicotine strengths: www.Naturally-Extracted-Tobacco.com, e-liquids for electronic cigarettes
...damn!
I got diagnosed with COPD ( Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease ).
If that is not awesome, I don`t know what is.
Besides the obvious one, that I have to quit smoking, anyone got some advice on this?
Of course, I hope that none of you have it, but if you do, can you share your experience in living with this?
Thanks.
Man, I quit drinking, I exercise like I`m getting ready for the Olympics, I eat healthy, go to bed around 10-11, get up at 5, do my thing, live a quite life...and then...well, f..k.
As Freddie would say " Who wants to live forever? "...probably no one, but why can`t we just grow old without bringing a ton of diseases into your old(er) age?
Sorry for the whining, but...these are not easy news to handle...
I'm sorry to hear about your diagnosis. Any major news like this is profoundly life-altering. It's an emotional process. Allow yourself to explore it. You're allowed to be angry, depressed, scared, upset, and everything else that goes with it. Those feelings are natural. You're just not allowed to lose yourself in them.
Good for you, putting on the gloves to fight. We're right here with you.
I quit smoking myself more than 20 years ago. I can tell you what worked for me, but I'm told it's unusual and might not work for everybody.
My then 12 year old son asked me to quit so that I'd lived longer (and because it stinks). I told him I'd see what I can do, but not to pester me about it. I haven't smoked a cigarette from that day to this.
How I managed it was to keep my smokes where I could see them. I told myself that they were right there, where I could get at them, and that if I REALLY wanted one in 5 minutes, I could have one. But I had to busy myself with something else for those 5 minutes and not linger on them.
Needless to say, I lingered.
But after 5 minutes passed, I resisted having the smoke and made the same deal with myself again. And again. And again.
On day 2, I prolonged the wait to 10 minutes. Then 15. By day 4, I knew that the fight was won, physically. After 3 days, your body is detoxed and the fight is all in your head. Of course, that's the real battlefield, but it's a tool in the arsenal.
Whatever method works for you, you've got this.
Maddie
Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
(((Srbo)))) I am so sorry this is happening to you. Quitting smoking was the most horrifying awakening, literally, that I have ever had in my life but Thank God for it vs what could have been. I had written a brief account of it here in a ghost thread because of some of the things that happened around it, I copied it to .....
They said I had that too but not on any given level, just that time would tell. I had to use an inhaler for period of time but weened myself off of that. I quit smoking immediately, first with patches, and then with gum, which I became addicted to the gum. I still always have some on hand. It may help you too.
There still are times when my breathing will remind me of that time, and I do the exercises to breathe calm and regain and just always to be consciously more aware, and hope and pray and keep faith that something like that will never happen again. Its not going to be easy but so worth it and I will hold you deeply in my thoughts and prayers.
My mother had helped me with several of my writings before she (unexpectedly) passed away, one was a kind of journal about Family Ghosts, documenting different encounters of relatives and deceased ancestors back to before even she or I were ever born. Encounters that had all occurrred within walls of one house over the course of a 100 years. She and I were very close, we were kindred spirits . I knew if there were a way she could reach out and let me know that she could, from there, of course she would.
I must make a long story short here as I can, a few months had passed after her funeral. I was not as emotionally broken as I would have thought, I felt a sense of calm and peace like a hug from her all around me, everyone did. Well, nearly 8 months later, something weird was happening that I wouldn't be aware of as much til later, little reality breaks, dozing off at my office, at home, I would just nod out, and then awake back up again just as quickly, but I was fine, at least I thought I was. I had always done it from time to time always burning the candle at both ends. One day, I got a call from my sister, and she said she had just received the strangest phone call at her office . It was from an ex boyfriend of mine, from a few years before, whom I had not spoken with in that period of time as well. He had reached her through google. He told my sister that he knew it would sound crazy, but that he had dreamed about our mother the night before, and she told him to ‘Go check ‘on me’’ and that it seemed very real and she was very Serious when she said that, like she really meant it. He was worried, and felt he needed to check on me.
She said ‘I have his number if you want to call him….’ and ‘are you okay?’ she asked me with a sort of giggle , and I said, of course im fine, but yes I would call him, and so I did. The dream had been disturbing to him, because she was right in his face ,and she looked real. She told him ‘You need to check on Mandy’. My office was closed that day and he no longer had my number. When he googled my name to see if I had a facebook to contact me by, what he found was my mothers’ obituary. He was shocked and stunned that she had passed away and It made his dream more disturbing to him. He said that since waking up he kept smelling something sweet like flowers , and he couldn’t hold anything on his stomach all the day. Well, this was alarming to me, at this point, in my mind Im thinking ‘omg, I hope I am okay!!!!’ and continue assuring him that I was .….
Well, just about 6 weeks later, I opened my eyes in a hospital in ICU and saw my sister smiling at me. You’ve been here for 3 days, she said. I had been knocked out and on a breathing machine. What had happened over a slow course of time my blood oxygen level had reached an all time low of near walking dead levels but because I had no apparent breathing problems, I wasn’t aware of it. My sister then said to me in the hospital room, ‘ and so That dream that Chad had about Mom, there Really Was something to that’, I shook my head , I knew. I remember nothing of the 3 days I was knocked out, but do remember some of the dreams I had in nodded moments before my sis dragged me to a hospital,. My mother, sooo close right there with me, waking up hugging her and talking out loud to her, and in one, we were even in night air looking down over streets and houses, I could never see her, but felt her presence right there beside me.
A few years passed, and it was, this past Thanksgiving, when my sister was out shopping at a random antique shop in a nearby other county, and came across a beautiful antique mantle. She recognized it instantly, our old mantle that we thought had bee. It was My old mantel that I so loved and hated to part with from the House on 13th street that had been seized and destroyed, crushed to the ground many months before that, (the house in my Dollhouse story for those who read it ) , and yet there it was! The antique dealer gave her an emotional family discount on it when she shared that it had belonged to her sister, and she blew my mind with the Surprize of its delivery!. Its like a part of that house mysteriously followed me all that time later from 13th street, some way, somehow. ; ) If you ask me and my sister, we believe our Mother knows. I may add this about the mantle as an addendum to that story, as something quite strange and surreal and magical, maybe even ghostly, that followed, long after the story ended.
I must make a long story short here as I can, a few months had passed after her funeral. I was not as emotionally broken as I would have thought, I felt a sense of calm and peace like a hug from her all around me, everyone did. Well, nearly 8 months later, something weird was happening that I wouldn't be aware of as much til later, little reality breaks, dozing off at my office, at home, I would just nod out, and then awake back up again just as quickly, but I was fine, at least I thought I was. I had always done it from time to time always burning the candle at both ends. One day, I got a call from my sister, and she said she had just received the strangest phone call at her office . It was from an ex boyfriend of mine, from a few years before, whom I had not spoken with in that period of time as well. He had reached her through google. He told my sister that he knew it would sound crazy, but that he had dreamed about our mother the night before, and she told him to ‘Go check ‘on me’’ and that it seemed very real and she was very Serious when she said that, like she really meant it. He was worried, and felt he needed to check on me.
She said ‘I have his number if you want to call him….’ and ‘are you okay?’ she asked me with a sort of giggle , and I said, of course im fine, but yes I would call him, and so I did. The dream had been disturbing to him, because she was right in his face ,and she looked real. She told him ‘You need to check on Mandy’. My office was closed that day and he no longer had my number. When he googled my name to see if I had a facebook to contact me by, what he found was my mothers’ obituary. He was shocked and stunned that she had passed away and It made his dream more disturbing to him. He said that since waking up he kept smelling something sweet like flowers , and he couldn’t hold anything on his stomach all the day. Well, this was alarming to me, at this point, in my mind Im thinking ‘omg, I hope I am okay!!!!’ and continue assuring him that I was .….
Well, just about 6 weeks later, I opened my eyes in a hospital in ICU and saw my sister smiling at me. You’ve been here for 3 days, she said. I had been knocked out and on a breathing machine. What had happened over a slow course of time my blood oxygen level had reached an all time low of near walking dead levels but because I had no apparent breathing problems, I wasn’t aware of it. My sister then said to me in the hospital room, ‘ and so That dream that Chad had about Mom, there Really Was something to that’, I shook my head , I knew. I remember nothing of the 3 days I was knocked out, but do remember some of the dreams I had in nodded moments before my sis dragged me to a hospital,. My mother, sooo close right there with me, waking up hugging her and talking out loud to her, and in one, we were even in night air looking down over streets and houses, I could never see her, but felt her presence right there beside me.
A few years passed, and it was, this past Thanksgiving, when my sister was out shopping at a random antique shop in a nearby other county, and came across a beautiful antique mantle. She recognized it instantly, our old mantle that we thought had bee. It was My old mantel that I so loved and hated to part with from the House on 13th street that had been seized and destroyed, crushed to the ground many months before that, (the house in my Dollhouse story for those who read it ) , and yet there it was! The antique dealer gave her an emotional family discount on it when she shared that it had belonged to her sister, and she blew my mind with the Surprize of its delivery!. Its like a part of that house mysteriously followed me all that time later from 13th street, some way, somehow. ; ) If you ask me and my sister, we believe our Mother knows. I may add this about the mantle as an addendum to that story, as something quite strange and surreal and magical, maybe even ghostly, that followed, long after the story ended.
They said I had that too but not on any given level, just that time would tell. I had to use an inhaler for period of time but weened myself off of that. I quit smoking immediately, first with patches, and then with gum, which I became addicted to the gum. I still always have some on hand. It may help you too.
There still are times when my breathing will remind me of that time, and I do the exercises to breathe calm and regain and just always to be consciously more aware, and hope and pray and keep faith that something like that will never happen again. Its not going to be easy but so worth it and I will hold you deeply in my thoughts and prayers.