For years, I have enjoyed my wine in the evenings. That, unfortunately, is linked with smoking. Caffeine and alcohol are known triggers for those who are addicted to nicotine...which I was. Drinking promotes smoking...and vice versa. I haven't had anything to drink (or smoke) since I was admitted to the hospital over a month ago. I told the ICU nurse that I was a smoker and was afraid of withdrawal. She assured me that, if I needed it, they would supply me with a patch. I didn't need it. (Someone needs to explain that to me!)
Okay...so a few days ago, I thought some wine would taste good. Got some...and guess what? I needed nicotine, big time! That only goes to prove that I am my own worst enemy. I am not out of the woods yet, dear friends. Intelligence, logic, near-tragedy, and personal trauma have no sway over the call of addictions. All I can do is keep talking to myself. I need to go back to work!
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