Monday 8th October
It’s not often I wake up on Monday morning with a sense of anticipation. Today was no exception.
I am into the third week of my new job and, yes, I am enjoying it. It contains all of the appropriate quantities of challenge, reward and fun. But Monday morning is still Monday morning.
The dread is that I am actually beginning to lose my marbles. The nicotine must be well and truly out of my system by now, but there is still something missing. Something other than just the hand-to-mouth action of taking a drag. There must be some other chemical imbalance going on in that little brain of mine. If there isn’t, why do I feel so weird?
One of the most startling facts relating to cigarettes is that there are over 3,000 different chemicals present in the smoke. With that amount of crap going into the bloodstream, it’s hardly surprising that I’m noticing it when it’s not there anymore.
Still, the important thing is that I stay off the fags and give my lungs a chance. The cough I had wasn’t loud or painful, but, well put it this way, I came to the overdue conclusion that if I was going to produce brown, lumpy shit, my mouth wasn’t the orifice I wanted it coming out of!
At 23:30 tonight, it will have been exactly a week since I smoked. Another milestone.
It’s all milestones from here on in.