I've not been posting much lately as I've been doing a course in first aid this week.
Had to do a practical test/assessment at the end of the course - I haven't done any kind of exam for years and years and I was seriously bricking it, and naturally I was the last person on the list :rolleyes:
So loads of the candidates were out in the courtyard smoking like chimneys and I admit to having a bit of a moment.
But I didn't give in. I made myself think about how pathetic they looked and how it wasn't really making them any calmer, and I got through it. I got through it mainly because I *knew* I could. And man, that is a good feeling! Not so much resisting the smoke, as having the confidence, even as I felt the urge, to know I could resist it and be fine. Does that make sense?
And I passed - the examiner wrote lots of 'excellent's all over my assessment sheet! I am now a qualified first aider. Yay!