Stopping Smoking.

Hmmm …

Can I be honest, here, folks … ?

Can I … ?

I wrote — in this morning’s Teaser — that today’s the day I’m officially giving up smoking.

So far … ?

So good.

But while I know that gum and patch are helping, I’m ALSO very aware that I’m still wanting a cigarette.

Aren’t I just … ?

I can see why the various bits of literature I’ve been given recommends going for a stroll.

Which is what I’m going to do, after I’ve posted this.

But can I ask you a favour … ?

Can I … ?

If you’ve got any ideas for how to cope — or how you coped, if you’ve packed the habit — I’d like to hear it!

Leave me a comment … !

Smoking …

You know …

I’ve got to admit I’m slightly nervous, I really am …

You see, I’ve got to admit, my Doctor — the family one, bless him, rather the one played by Matt Smith et al — has been telling me for years to pack up smoking …

That’s part of the job, after all.

But it’s not a decision I’ve looked at, easily.

I don’t think it’s a decision any smoker does.

But just recently … ?

I’ll be frank, with the loss of the job at CeX, my finances have taken a bit of a hit.

So …

I made an appointment with my local GP’s nurse.

To see about giving up smoking …

Very efficient nurse, I’ve got to admit …

Who didn’t mind my rather sad ‘smoking nurse’ gag …

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But … ?

But at any rate, I’ve now got a packet of the strongest nicoyine gum and a separate one of the nicotine patches.

And a stop date set for tomorrow.

Wish me luck …