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Sometimes, I just seem to be in the right place at the right time.  Serendipity.

I flew all night last night.  We left San Fran at 10pm, arriving in San Diego an hour plus later and then left San Diego for DC, arriving at 5:30am.  I love red-eyes.  I do.  Until I get home and realize that it's not okay to have a glass of red wine at 7:30am before I go to bed at 8am!!  heehee.

During the five hour flight to DC, one of the other flight attendants brought a packet of RX pills up to me.  (I was Purser, so all problems get sent to me...yay?)  The flight attendant could tell it was a prescription, not over the counter, but didn't know what the pills were for and worried that someone might really need these pills that they had somehow lost on the plane.  But he said he'd googled the name of the pill, and it wasn't important, so I could probably just toss them.  Toss someone's medication?  "It's just stop smoking stuff",  he said.  I took a look at the label.  It was Champix.  Champix?  I thought it was called, "Chantix".  But the flight attendant told me that when he googled it, he found it was called Champix in Canada, and Chantix in the US.  Interesting... 

But "toss it", as he suggested, since it "wasn't important"?  Not a chance.  I KNEW just how important these pills were to somebody on the plane...  The other two flight attendants in the back galley criticized me for "bothering" passengers while I went down the aisle, asking each and every row of passengers if they'd lost some prescription medication from Canada (without naming it, of course, to protect their privacy).

No one claimed it.  I felt sort of stupid, but still resisted throwing it away.  Thank goodness. 

Because about 15 minutes later, a young man came up to me in the forward galley and told me it was his medication.  He was traveling with his boss, who didn't know he smoked, which is why he hadn't claimed it when I went down the aisle with it.  He had not had a cigarette in 11 days.  But he was having trouble and had decided to buy a pack of cigarettes in the airport when we landed in DC.  (Yes, there are airports where you can still buy cigarettes.)  I told him that I was on Day 138 and, as the other passengers all slept in the dark cabin in the middle of the night, we talked and talked and talked about cigarettes and addiction and strategies and support and hanging in there and how SO worth it quitting has been for me and how it will be for him, too. I don't think he felt like he was going to buy a pack of cigarettes after we talked.

I haven't had a real life encounter with someone trying to quit before this.  I cannot TELL you guys how good it made me feel to encourage someone face-to-face. Darn, I shoulda been a therapist instead of a stewardess!!


Here I am in downtown San Fran in Union Square and not a SINGLE person who is active here on EX is around to meet me for lunch?

I am sad about that.   What about Salt Lake City later this week???

But I'll be in Las Vegas in May!!  I hope you all go check out the plans for that EX get-together.

And if anyone has serious trouble affording the airfare, pm me.  I have standby companion passes on United, which MIGHT help...




Lunch in DC with EXers!!!

Posted by SkyGirl Feb 9, 2013

I just got back from having a wonderful brunch/lunch with Brenda M and Mattie in Crystal City! 

We had a blast and talked about everything under the sun while drinking $1 mimosas.  I managed to get one picture before the battery on my camera died.  But Mattie got a few on his phone and promised to post them.

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I LOVE meeting EXers. 

I sure wish somebody was going to be around in San Francisco on Monday because I have that whole day free on a long layover..

When I first came to EX, I got a lot of welcoming support and advice from people who had already quit.

I looked at the number of days, months, years that these wonderful warm people already had under their belts.

I thought, "They don't understand how I feel.  It must have been so easy for them.  But I'm different.  Quitting is going to be SO much harder for me than it was for them.  They don't GET me."

Now, here I am with 135 days under my own belt.  It doesn't seem that long to me.

But I know it sure seems like a lot to someone who is on Day 1 or Day 4 or Day 9...   And I absolutely know, for a fact, that some of the Newbies are thinking that I can't possibly understand them, because it must have been so easy for me, because it's going to be so much harder for you than it was for me, because I don't GET you.

Sound familiar?

Here's what I am inviting Newbies to do:  Go to my page and read my blogs from the day I first discovered EX.  Read how I was scared and unsure and didn't really want to quit.  Read my blog on the day of my original Quit Date and how I screwed up.  Read my blogs that detailed my struggles during the first few days.  Read about biting lemons.  Read how I craved and felt like a caged animal.  Read all the support I got from the people here who had, yup, you guessed it, 50 days, 100 days, 300 days, one year, three years under their belts. 

(And especially check out one of my early blogs about where did people EVER get the idea to inhale the smoke from dried leaves, or eat lobsters, oysters, snails and balut?  Yeah, google "balut".  Incredibly gross. Yikes. I was feeling particularly creative that night I guess...)

My point is this, dear Newbies:  All of us who have quit smoking have been EXACTLY where you are right now.  We haven't forgotten what Day 3 or Day 9 or Day 17 feels like.  Don't write us off because we quit before you. We DO "get" you.

There will be Newbies that come AFTER you.  And they will need your help, your support, your advice and your understanding.  They will admire you and be envious of you.  And they will say, "You don't understand how I feel.  It must have been so easy for you.  But I'm different.  Quitting is going to be so much harder for me that it was for you.  You don't GET me."

And it will be time for you to pass on the golden experiences you have had and the strength you have derived from those who came before you here on  What a wonderful feeling that is...

To everyone who has watched me quit and to everyone to whom something I've said has made a small difference: I wouldn't be here today, nicotine-free, without ALL of you.  I'm so grateful.  I will be alive longer because of all of you.  Is there any better gift you can give to someone? 



I have a 21-hour layover in San Fran coming up.  I'll be downtown in Union Square.  I arrive Sunday night, 2/10 and leave Monday night, 2/11.  Are there any EXers near there that would like to come into downtown San Fran for lunch and hanging out on Monday, the 11th?

I also have a 24-hour layover in Salt Lake City next week.  I'll be downtown near City Creek Center.  I arrive on Wednesday night, 2/13, and leave Thursday night, 2/14.  So if there are any EXers nearby, I'd love to meet them in downtown SLC for lunch on Thursday, 2/14.

If anyone is interested, just send me a private message or respond here, ok?

So, you know how I thought I was coming down with the flu?  I wasn't. 

It was just the start of a run-of-the-mill cold.  I did have to fly my trip, but I traded my Purser position for a back galley position.  That allowed me to to stay in back and do all the cart set-up and service prep work instead of going out into the aisle.  I used the mask/gloves out of the biohazard kit while working, so I did what I could to limit spreading my germs.

I'm home now for three glorious days off!  I had expected to feel half-dead by the time I got home last night.

But you know what?  This cold of mine, although it started off ominously, just hasn't gotten as bad as usual.  It hasn't moved into my chest like my colds always do.  I'm not coughing.  I just don't feel "laid low".  All day yesterday, I kept thinking, "I wish this cold would hurry up and really develop into something.  The sooner I hit bottom, the sooner I can start recovering..."

Then it hit me.  Maybe this is my "new normal" cold!  Could it really be that not only do I feel better regularly, but I even feel better when I'm SICK?  From now on, if I catch a bug, I won't get as sick as I did when I was a smoker?   It only makes sense, right? 

There is, however, a down side to this revelation.  I was really looking forward to spending three days snuggled in bed with chicken soup, watching "The Bachelor" and "Downton Abbey".  Darn.  ;-)


Need some tech help...

Posted by SkyGirl Feb 5, 2013

I posted a blog late last night but the comments aren't showing up.  It's odd, because the line at the bottom of all blogs says "Comments (#)", right?  And I've watched the the numeral between those parentheses rise since I posted.  But no comments are showing up!  The selection to show comments is still turned on.  I just don't understand the glitch.  Can EX Admin fix it?


Bubonic Plague...

Posted by SkyGirl Feb 5, 2013

I have to report to the airport in less than four hours and I think I've got the flu.  Started feeling a funny throat at 4pm and had a temperature and the chills by 6pm  I can't find anyone to pick up my trip tomorrow. I KNOW I should call in sick, but I can't afford the penalty points on my work history.  Yup...we get disciplinary points for being sick!   So...since I've scoured (without success) my United contacts for someone to pick up my trip, I guess I'll be flying tomorrow, breathing flu germs on all the passengers.  Great.  Something is wrong with the employee system that doesn't allow sick days without penalty points that affect your work I wrong??


Out of No Man's Land!

Posted by SkyGirl Feb 4, 2013

Today is Day 130 for me.  It's a goal that seemed so incredibly far away just a short while ago.   I actually feel like I've been smoke-free much longer than 130 days, though. Maybe because I only think about smoking very occasionally these days...

If I can do it, YOU can do it.

Decide.  Commit.  Quit.  And then honor your commitment every single day during every single craving. 

The rewards of quitting are beyond words.  I promise you that I'm telling the truth.  My life is BETTER now.