November 30, 2006
"Just One Ciggie, I Swear”
I haven’t called Auggie at all today. It’s 10pm right now. He rang me once this afternoon to carp about how miserable / lousy / unfocused / disoriented / blur he’s feeling sans nicotine. I displayed little empathy. My lack of empathy was retaliation for the conversation we had last night which went a little something like this:
Auggie: Oh, I feel so crap (whine whine whine)
Me: You feel like crap now but it’ll get better. You just have to get through the first few weeks (broken record)
Auggie: More like first few months, years even!
Me: Don’t be so dramatic. Before you know it, you’ll be glad you made this decision to quit.
Auggie: (ruckus in the background)
Me: What’s all that noise? What are you doing?
Auggie: I’m making a cup of coffee. I’m going to drink coffee and eat the chocolate bar I bought just now, then go to sleep.
Me: Good. Gum, chocolate bar, whatever. Anything to distract you from the craving.
Auggie: (indistinct mumble)
Me: You have a pack of cigarettes with you right now, don’t you?
Auggie: (in small voice) yes.
Me: You were planning on having a smoke after we hung up, weren’t you?
Auggie: (in smaller voice) just one.
Me: I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.
Auggie: I bought it just in case…
Me: JUST IN CASE WHAT?
Auggie: Just in case I couldn’t tahan and needed to smoke!
Me: WHAT YOU MEAN CANNOT TAHAN? IT’S A CHOICE. YOU MAKE THE CHOICE, YOU BREAK IT. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.
Auggie: I’ll just take one. I swear.
Me: Whatever la. It’s your body, it’s your choice, it’s your health. If you can’t hack it, if you don’t want to do it, then whatever.
Auggi: Okay, okay, I won’t smoke!!!