Time to Quit

 

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I’ve woken up during the past couple of night with leg cramps, I know it’s not from a lack of salt in my diet, I honestly think it’s a matter of oxygen or lack of.

I’ve noticed over the past few weeks that my lungs are getting much more congested than normal, and early morning I’ll start to cough hard. I’m off to Keelham farmshop soon for some dinner and I’m already dreading it. So it might now be the time to quit, ready or not I’m going to give it a damn good go.

I have e-cigarettes at the ready, and while they’ll help I know I’ll still need will-power aplenty. Here I go. Wish me luck.

 

 

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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