This is one of those times when I would have smoked like a chimney. The significant other is moving out this weekend, the relationship is pretty much over. That means that money is about to get tighter at my house, and I'm going to have to go through the frustration of processing another break-up. Oh joy. Also, I just got some crappy results from a mammogram and a hip x-ray that will both need further testing and/or treatment- only three months after a cancer diagnosis at the age of 49. And the estimate to repoint my stone foundation came in at $3600, way more than I can spend.
A couple months ago I would have just smoked through it all, and I have to admit- immediately upon hanging up the phone when it was decided that he was leaving- I really wanted to just say the hell with it all and go buy some smokes.
But I didn't. I didn't smoke.
People are actually telling me that I *look* stressed, but I haven't smoked.
Yay me
A couple months ago I would have just smoked through it all, and I have to admit- immediately upon hanging up the phone when it was decided that he was leaving- I really wanted to just say the hell with it all and go buy some smokes.
But I didn't. I didn't smoke.
People are actually telling me that I *look* stressed, but I haven't smoked.
Yay me