Hey hey, the morning of day 4 it is (a little Joda for ya there).
Still feeling really positive and up for this. I had to drive for 6 hours yeterday to pick my son up from a school trip becasue he was unbelievably homesick. Normally that would have meant at least 4 stops for cigs but instead we wound the windows down, breathed in the fresh air and loved the journey. I was chuffing chuffed how that all went. He said to me along the way "dad, you're being different" i said "oh...am i? in what way" he replies " you just seem happier thats all". Nice.
I have to say though, amidst all this boundles positivity, I am wondering when the cloud of doom will descend upon me and make my life hell. I have a few "moments" but nothing I cant handle. I feel like i have to look over my shoulder to see where the smoking reaper is? is he coming? yikes? help me scooby doo!? It worries me that I have a weekend coming up where i normally like nothing more than to kick back with a beer. Can i resist? Its my sons birthday Saturday so cant have a beer then anyway. I think is shall abstain until i feel much stronger.
Symptoms - well, my gums are starting to ache a little; my throat feels like its got something stuck in it - like its narrowing?; tired all of the time;
I am not giving this thing up. KOKO - keep on keeping off.