About a half hour ago i was at my friends house with my daughter, swimming with the kids there and just starting to have a good time when my cellie went off with a text...text from I a guy I call Jeff V. (can you guess what the V stands for?)
Jeff was just leaving he Rx and wanted to know if i'd like anything...my first response to him was, "no thanks, i'm taking a break right now." He text back it was cool and that was it.
No more than five minutes later I was calling him saying, "you know what, i'll just take ten...I can meet you at the RX." I told the father where I was that I would be back in 30 minutes, a friend needed a ride...came home to to change into some dry shorts and was ready to head out the door...then it hit me...WTF? What are you doing, you ten ain't gonna be it...went out back for a smoke, texted ole Jeff back that "I'm sorry for being wishy washy, iv'e been battling and just can't do that any more...I'm done with those..."
I have been 11 days off and had not ONE single craving in those 11 days, not ONE! And here I was about to go meet the guy at the Rx and just get ten...for now...but I didn't. Instead I called a dear friend of mine, my confidant in this whole f'ing mess and told her what had happened...she talked me down (I can't believe how wound up i got about this all of the sudden) and made me delete his number...THANK YOU to her, for sure! I smoked a couple more cigs (stopping those on Thursday) and came in to write this down for you all...hoping it will inspire the next temped druggie...going out to smoke one more and then back to the pool with a new perspective and respect for myself...(and a little shame for humilities sake).
Anyhow, thanks for listening...
"And the meek shall inherit the Earth"