10 days Camel free. I think it's time to tell you how I came to stop smoking.
How did I even come to start smoking? I grew up with a father who couldn't seem to stop. He switched from pipe, to cigar to cigarettes and back again. I hated the smell, I hated the smoke But then one year I moved to Nantucket and stayed thru the winter. No boats, no beach, only bars and smokey ones at that. I caved and eventually craved.
Came to stop: on August 30, a Saturday, I walked out of the shop to have a cigarette. From out of nowhere appeared a man on a mission. I can help you stop that he said. I blew a cloud to the side of his head and said oh yeah, how?
Pick a day 3 months from now. That would be October 30th. Then start telling everybody that is your stop date, your last day of smoking. Tell friends, tell strangers, tell everybody, pretty soon you will come to believe it yourself. And you'll stop smoking.
I thought this was a wonderful idea. I immediately rushed over and told my smoking buddy from the frame shop about my stop date. That guy's a psycho, he told me. A psycho with a good message I said and I kept telling everyone for 3 months.
The rest is herstory.
And speaking of her story, a big thank you from the lab for all your kind words. She is healing rapidly, smiling broadly, thumping tail furiously and happily chewing away on her BIG rawhide bone from her good friend Christine and occasionally partaking of a Frosty Paw treat from a well stocked freezer. Today is her last day of antibiotics, Monday her staples come out.
The Lab and I are two lucky ladies:)