Monday 11 March 2013

The 36. Day

When does one stop counting the days?

No yet, anyways.

If S. is able to not reach for a cigarette for a half year or a year, I can make the effort to write this blog every day, can't I.

Yes, you can.
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Today is a strange day, we both stayed home, off sick. Throat hurts, but not so bad anymore. It's just a lot of sneezing, coughing, headaches. We slept a lot, then went to get some food. And old shop assistant at Sainsbury's nearby asked at the cashier whether we need any Blue Camels or not. I said "no, thank you". He was surprised and asked, "you don't need it?". I said, "no, he has quit". S. smiled, sort of, and the old man said to S. "you don't look very enthusiastic". It was a bit awkward, as S. didn't really want to continue talking about this with a stranger, but the old man pressed on a bit too long and he didn't really have much to say, but did congratulate S. on the matter.

So, although slightly odd moments, it was good that someone else noticed that S. has quit smoking. Another person noticed, one more person congratulated him. I think this is great, too.


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