Or you could just go cold turkey. It’s rough for a few days. And then it’s done. OK, the psychological bit sticks around, I know.
I know all the excuses: not now, things are too crazy at work. I’m trying to lose weight, and I can’t do both at the same time. I can’t because I’m too worried about whatever. I’ll do it in the fall, this time of year is too hard. Blah blah blah.
I never understand why people make these excuses to me. Their smoking is no harm to me. It’s themselves they need to worry about. But there’s a lot of it’ll never happen to me. A lot of the damage is done. A lot of but I don’t smoke that much, anyhow.
But then, I suppose I do have a vested interest.
To call you in to my office, to ask you to bring a relative. You know what’s coming. There’s nothing harder in my job than to be the one breaking the bad news.
If I could do it one fewer time, that would make me happy.
Disclaimer: Written when I was feeling maudlin and depressed about having had to have that discussion too many times in the past months. It’s not all about smoking, or blame. *sigh* It’s just… some things just suck, OK?