The summer has raced by with my annual Booker readathon, a big jump in the parental care duties following my Mum's consecutive cataract operations, with seemingly the longest recovery ever, my pondering and setting some writing goals, you may well wonder what himself has been doing.
As summer started, the bloke was struck down with a flare up of an old ankle/leg injury (one of those injuries that blokes who've been bikers in their youth struggle with as time catches up with them) and moved in with me whilst he was unable to work/drive.
The UK health system being what it is, we had a fairly ridiculous experience being sent from pillar to post trying to get him treated. Eventually, we were placed into the hands of the utterly professional and uber experienced Caroline. She was able not only to start a programme of treatment for the wound but <insert trumpet fanfare> also to persuade him to give up smoking. There was no haranging, no brow-beating, no guilt-tripping, nothing. Simply a calm, factual statement with her leaving him to make up his own mind. Within a week, he'd bought his last packet of cigarettes and pulled out his e-cigarette. Since then, he hasn't made a backwards step and I am absolutely in awe of him.
As if its not hard enough to give up smoking, he's had to do it whilst I have been largely emotionally unavailable and highly distracted by other commitments. He's had to do it whilst not working, whilst worrying about the impact on future work of his current unavailability, of having far too much time on his hands without the luxury of knowing when he'd recover and so being unable to spend money to keep himself busy and entertained. Its been bloody tough and he has come through it with flying colours.
We both know that it will take years before he can consider himself an ex-smoker, years before he will cease to be tempted when people around him are smoking, offering him a cigarette, even taunting him to "just have one". We both know that the desire can strike out of the blue, but I also know that he has the strongest mindset of anyone I've ever met. And, yes, I am absolutely bloody proud of my bloke ...
We went up to our favourite camera shop last weekend where he bought himself a lens he's had his eye on for a while. Because, since giving up the demon weed, he's now able to afford it and his enthusiasm for a new area of photography is blossoming forth. The new area? Macro photography - and we've spent the odd hour since watching youtubes of photographing bugs - but I'm still bloody proud of my bloke ...
Things are currently good in bunny world. Any things in your world that have made you proud?
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