So spent the last couple of days trying to wind my way around this site. Absolutely need this site because I have no other ideas to stay accountable.
Started in high school with those bandits, seemed like a cool thing to throw in our tackle boxes when we went fishing. The gal at the gas station we would buy them from accidently handed me a skoal wintergreen long cut instead of the bandit, so I figured what the hell. That was 27 years ago, quickly switched to Copenhagen in college.
Old baseball injury to my face finally finished off some teeth about 5 years ago, so had some work done and quit then for almost 3 years but caved. No support group, no patches or gum,just cold turkey and handled it pretty well. This time....not handling it so well. Quit cold turkey 6 days ago and man it is fucking vicious. Honestly, I'm not even quitting for the right reasons like most of you guys. I've got a smoking hot wife that is all over me, I have 3 young kids that are incredible human beings, a good truck that has one purpose and that's to pull a boat full of poles to the lake, and EVERYTHING to look forward to. You'd think that's enough right there...people that depend on you and love you. Fuck no. I'd still be dipping with all of that to lose. I'm THAT shitty of a person.
The reason I'm quitting is because I'm doing a 3 month stint in Brazil for my job, and on a previous, shorter trip I realized it's VERY difficult and expensive to get a can. And I'd rather detox here (ahead of time) than on the job there with no support of friends and family.
While I was working there this fall for 2 weeks, I wasn't sure of the availability of any kind of nicotine there....I'd heard it was pretty rare, at least in the small town I was going to be living in. It was true: very small percentage of people even smoke cigarettes, much less chew tobacco. So I packed 4-5 cans of Cope in my luggage and it didn't even last me a week and a half. I was in trouble, man!
So funny story, a colleague finally says "Yes, there is a 'Tabacaria' near your apartment". It was awesome. Small little shop about 30x30, one half of it was a fishing tackle store, the other half was tobacco and pipes. Weird, right? So I called up my fishing buddy in the states and say,
"Dude, I've got good news and bad news."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"Well, the good news is I found a shop that is 1/2 Cabelas and 1/2 Tobacco Hut"
"And?"
"The bad news is that it's too cold here to fish right now, and a can of expired Copenhagen costs $27 bucks!"
It took me 3 seconds to hand over $75 bucks for 3 cans, just to get me through until my plane left in 5 days.
I bet each of my 3 kids wishes they had an extra $25 from dad to blow during a vacation or something, right? So shitty.
So.....this is it. Quit this Monday, this is Saturday, day 6. It's brutal. Here we go. 'bang head' 'bang head'