I was at hospital today for an operation on my hip and, when I was taken back to the ward, I heard another lady saying that she was starting to feel like a smoke once she'd come round properly.
All I could think was thank god that isn't me. Thank god my life no longer revolves around when my next cigarette will be.
Am now settled at home and don't have to worry about getting up onto my crutches and hobbling to the back door once an hour!
Just wanted to post about this, as you can never have too many good non-smoker moments!!