Dipping into a hangover… 30 Thoughts on 30 #8

Alcohol hangovers after 30 hurt. There’s no other way to put it. The head fog endures for days. The grogginess won’t quit. If I have one beer too many on Friday, I can guarantee that I’ll curse father time for the pain that decision causes on Tuesday. That’s life, though, and getting older.

But this short rant isn’t about alcohol, it’s about nicotine. Dip, in particular, and the insufferable hangover I feel after a day spent enjoying the taste of green Grizzly wintergreen.

At worst I’m a dip addict; at best, I’m a recovering one. I don’t enjoy as many pinches as I did during my 20’s – when paper cups and tobacco streams joined me on a wall street trading floor, inside posh NYC nightclubs, and even across a desk from NFL coaches. I quit, for the most part. Reformed my bad habits. Saw the error in my ways. All clean living and a healthy heart, right?

No, not really. I miss dipping. Every day. I miss that first, foul stench of wintergreen. I miss the dizziness that crawls into my head and the unease that rumbles my stomach as the tobacco reaches my bloodstream. I long for the uncomfortable pleasantness of even just a small amount inside my lower lip. When I relapse, though, lord do I suffer.

Nausea, irritability, a brain that thumps inside a tender skull. These are my accompaniments, my new post dip day friends. Why did I do it? I spend the day asking. Make the pain stop, someone, somehow, I plead. No relief finds me. Why do I put myself through these miserable days of dip withdrawal?

I know the answer, of course. It’s because it tastes so damn good that I can’t help myself. When it’s good, it’s great. When it’s bad, it’s a trip to hell where the Devil smacks me across the head with a 2×4. I probably won’t ever truly stop. I just wish the day after dipping didn’t cause so much pain. Is that too much to ask?

This 30 business is for the birds.

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6 comments

  1. Addict Lytle,

    You are just like your Dad in this…..he loved that nasty shit….I had the pleasure of being a doctor in Oklahoma where the nifty tidy pouch was spurned for the more masculine wad twixt cheeks. On inspecting these masticated and daubed entries, they looked more like a transfer from the southernly Cheekdom to the oral cavity. It also seemed that the threat that someone would ‘shit down your neck’ was carried out but with poor aim….
    Your physician, Dr. Hadley

  2. I understand this completely. At the age of 30 I believe I final figured out the mean of moderation, and it is during golf and poker.

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    1. Yes! Thank you. I believe I had winds of encouragement from all my dipping brethren helping push me forward. It’s a beautiful habit, really, and one I don’t think I can/ want to break!

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