I threw the rest of the cigarettes out of the train window
Then I got a serious again and had to go to the hospital. On the way to the rehabilitation center afterwards, I wasn’t doing at all well. Then I got angry and decided to quit smoking for good. I threw the lighter and the rest of the cigarettes out of the train window and I have never smoked again since.
At the rehabilitation center I got very ill again and had to be transferred to an acute care facility. There they slowly got me back on my feet again. I was given steroids and then I got better. But I have needed extra oxygen ever since that hospital stay.
Back home again, I had difficulty coping with all the equipment and, in general, dealing with the fact that I need extra oxygen. Everything had worked well in the hospital. The doctors and nurses took care of me and I had my meals served. I fell into a bit of a slump at home and didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt like I couldn’t do anything anymore. I didn’t want to go out with all the equipment because I was ashamed. If I saw a neighbor standing at the fence when I came home, I would hide behind a tree and take off my nasal tubes and then walk past without them. But things got better in time. I don’t have a problem with it anymore.