The last month has been s&*t on a stick. My dad died of a sudden and unexpected complication with cancer just a few days before my birthday. My brother got diagnosed with the same cancer. I had major surgery but had to do a bunch of driving and helping when my dad got suddenly ill, and I probably gave myself a hernia or at least set back my recovery a few weeks. Oh, and I signed the contract on a new job that puts me in the awkward position of needing to be in 3 places at once for the months of June and July whilst figuring out how to move from two sides of the country to a new place in the middle.
So when a friend took me out for drinks a few nights ago, I had a few too many. For some reason, he left 3 cigarettes on the bar when he was off talking to some friends and I took one and put it in my pocket for later. And I sat there in my tipsy oblivion for 10 minutes, feeling it burn a hole in my pocket while envisioning myself out on the balcony smoking it. Then with a big sigh, I put it back on the bar and went home, drank a big glass of water and went to bed, all 80 days of my quit in tact. That was the first and only moment I've been truly tempted. I don't know what stopped me, but I am so very grateful that I didn't fall back. And I asked my friend to never be so careless with his cigarettes in the future.
Closest I've come...
Merry Smoke free Christmas from a dusty Mozambique
Day nine quit smoking
