It sounds great, cc, you can give me a ride somewhere some time then?
You know what? I realised just now over the stinking washing up bowl that I hadn't ONCE today thought of fags. Not once. Maybe a little pang first thing this morning, but apart from that I've just been getting on with the fagless day without even noticing. That MUST mean I'm cured, no? Although, like custy, the 3 week point is always a weak spot for me.
When do you think you can start to breathe a little more easily, I mean start to feel like a winner? I know you have to be forever on your guard but after maybe a month or so you can really start to feel like you've 'made' it?
Another thing that happened is that for the first time I spoke to dd about smoking. In the chemist she saw one of those blow-up fags with a face in the middle, I think they're advertisements for nicotinelle or something, and she asked me what it was. So I told her it was a cigarette and people smoked them but it was a very silly thing to do. She asked lots of questions. She's never seen me smoke or if she has she's never mentioned it. And I've been unable to ever talk to her about it until now.
It's like living under such a shadow when you smoke. To know you're doing something that will destroy you and pretending it doesn't bother you. Horrible. Madness.
And now, after yet another ignorable imaginaryfriend lecture, I will turn and walk dramatically away.
Oh, except to ask how you're doing custy?
And paninsect?