It would have been comical if I wasn't on a deadline. Or if my toddler, every time I put an item in the trolley, didn't repeatedly demand: "More please!" Or if the shopping list my partner hastily scrawled had made any sense. I had to call her - twice - to decipher how many broccoli we needed. It was two, by the way. Comical? No. Kafkaesque? You bet.
The stress kept me going. It wasn't until I got home and dumped the groceries on the dining table that it hit me.
I wanted a cigarette. Badly. More than I'd wanted a cigarette since the first day I quit.
Like that first day, I couldn't get the patch on soon enough. It made me feel dumb. Of course I didn't have this thing beat. It's been less than two weeks. I'm still in the grips of addiction. And I can't let my guard down.
The next time I go shopping on the weekend, I'm putting on two patches. Maybe three. And I'm definitely going to write the list myself.
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