So, a few days away from my 40th and it’s about time to totally knock this smoking lark on it’s head.
I know it’s a stupid habit but I’ve found it impossible to give up with willpower and NRT. I just can’t stop. 1 more pack and then that’s it. Said it so many times. Doesn’t help that work is usually high stress and my colleagues often punctuate client visits with a bloody strong coffee and a smoke, while we debrief and plan the next job. (community psych nurse working with acutely unwell people – the worst of the worst – the ones who don’t like meds, don’t like jabs, take lots of drugs and f’kin hate us coming round).
So went to the GP today. Had a chat. Got a script for Champix. 40th birthday on the 10th. Doing it.
There.