By Julia CWoke up this morning and my clock's face was blank. Yes, I was one of the 40,000 Aucklanders without electricity today.
Just in case there was still no 'lecky tonight, I decided to save the hot water in the tank, a lukewarm shower tomorrow morning being prefereable to an icy cold one. I also decided I didn't want a cold breakfast in an unlit room with no internet so Maccers for brekky, St Lukes for a roast pork and salad lunch and Ponsonby Road for Fettucine Bolognese for dinner. About 10 Million calories while feeling uncomfortable in my unwashed skin.
What I didn't do was have my morning Champix. Not intentionally, I just plain forgot. The packet sits on my computer desk so I normally have them in my face at both ends of the day. This morning I didn't sit there. I didn't notice any difference to my desire to stay smoke-free, but the addiction did try to slip in on the annoyances with the news that today was obviously special and a ciggie today wouldn't count. Ah, the ingenuity of my desire to lie to myself. Thankfully I was able to resist.
The power's back on. I've neither bathed nor smoked today. Tomorrow I will shower, but not smoke. I'm also seriously considering halving my Champix dose to see if it makes a difference to the fatigue.