Hey people, well, it's been a doozy of a weekend. If ever there was a smoking trigger situation yesterday had 'em all. My sone (bleeding teenagers, grrr) spent Friday night at his friends, all fine, due home Saturday afternoon. About 5ish we get a call from him, sounding completely smashed, asking to be picked up from a supermarket carpark. Well, oh got there just after the ambulance. He came home to get clothes as the ambulance crew had to cut off the boy's clothes as he was practically hypothermic and unconscious.
So, oh drove me to A&E with the stuff to find the boy, he went home to look after teenager number 2. The boy was all cut up, unconscious, low blood pressure, low body temp, etc etc. That's what happens when a small for his age 15 year old drinks half a litre of vodka in the rain in a park with his mates. He'd fallen, hence the cuts all over his face- thank God the staff in the supermarket called an ambulance as between his initial call and my oh getting there god knows what could have happened.
So, terror, anger, tears, fear, love and general anguish- if that aint a smoking trigger combo I don't know what is! Anyway, the boy is home today, after being heated, rehydrated etc etc. And one very tired, stressed, worried mum is still not a smoker. Small mercies eh. I found it hard when I was outside calling my oh to update, so many people were smoking- but they just annoyed me! I wanted to scream at them to go away- angry lady!
So, now I'm hibernating and feeling v sorry for myself. I think I need a holiday!