Feeling okayish. A couple of hiccups so far including being pretty triggered by a Neurofen commercial and having a brief, but potent urge to take a lot.
Also, my little french brother asked me what the big scars were on my arm, probably the only time ive had short sleeves since being here. I hurriedly responded the first thing that came into my head "uh, my cat".
He seemed to accept it and let it go but bot him and Margaux know I don't have a cat (I think).
Bailed to my room, put on my flannel and felt a bit better.
Also, my french family seems less comfortable with me smoking a lot, which is a little unsettling, because it helps me.
I think i'm still improving, please please don't fall again.