Thanks Worktowin! When I choose to do something challenging in life, life tends to throw a lot of obstacles at me to overcome. All the triggers and stressful situations have been a challenge, but all I can think about is "1 problem + nicotine = 2 problems." I have survived the last 45 days on this mantra.
Yesterday, we had a poker run on the river. It's a big annual charity event and we rarely miss it. I promised my two young sons they could go and we would camp at the campground yesterday evening. We had a great nic free day and after 6 hours on the river, we headed back to the ramp. Its about a 14 mile ride back up river and we left at the absolute worst possible time. The sun was setting and casting a glare on the river to the point I couldn't see a fucking thing. I got nervous that I might have a head on collision with another boat and started slowing down. Just as I started to come off plane, I realized I was way off the main channel. Within a millisecond, our 2200 pound boat slammed to a halt in about an inch of water. Needless to say, I was pissed at myself and thank goodness there wasn't a floating C-store with a cope sign. As the sun started to set, a group of boats came past, circled back, and came to help us. About a dozen of us shoved that anchor 3 inches at time back into the channel. cleaned out the intake grate and pump and got us restarted.
Fast forward an hour: Boat's unhooked and just arrived at the campground. Socialize for a bit, eat some food, and start preparing to set up camp. I was just making a grown up drink when I hear a kid crying. Yep, it's one of mine. My youngest (18 months) got bitten on the face by a dog at the campground. Alright, loaded everything back up and make the trek to the hospital (1 hour) with crabby sunburned family. Hospital says the plastic surgeon isn't on call tonight and sends us to the University Hospital in Columbia (another 1/2 hour). All in all, he got two stitches to close up his lip and we got home at 5 am this morning. So yeah, I kicked the nic bitches ass all weekend. She can bring it the fuck on. I clearly need no more problems! Anyway, being quit is awesome. Not one time did I have to worry about where I was going to spit at the hospital and it was perhaps the most free I have felt since I have quit.
Thanks sportsfan and worktowin for your massive amount of encouragement and support - you men are truly badass quitters.