Yep, that's me, back in the day when what I breathed came in through my nostrils and it was from the air around me. Nowadays, I can still breathe from the local air but have gotten to the point where most of what I breathe comes from an oxygen concentrator.
No matter how bad it might be for me, my son still smokes and knows he is looking at himself down the road when he is looking at me. I used to be that way—immortal; but I have learned that it doesn't pay to smoke—that Nicotine is harder to break than Heroine and either drug ruins your health for life.
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I am OK. It is cold. The house is warm. Snow is still on the ground.
I gave up smoking some twenty years ago. My dads best friend died from Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease in December of last year.
So sad.
Both of my parents smoked and both had COPD in their later years. My dad gave it up eventually but my mom never did. She was very addicted to it.
Neither I nor my siblings smoke. I think we all found it unpleasant to be around.
The US Army got a lot of people started because they provided free cigarettes each day with your meals. Naturally, we smoked them. And they gave 15 minute smoke breaks every hour when we were on duty out in the field. We could smoke anytime when we were back at base.
COPD is a hard thing to deal with. I hope I make it.
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