A short story - How did I stop smoking?

However incredible it may seem to someone, I sometimes feel the interference of God in my life. And one of the proofs was a while ago when I stopped smoking cigarettes. I know many people want to do it, and it seems to me - it happened instantly, without any effort ... In the summer, 9-10 years ago, as always, the heat was incomprehensible, alas - with subsequent fires here and there. Accidentally, on the radio at home, I heard one morning about a big fire, rumbling in a place just around my home. . And more precisely where my brother / military retiree / was watching animals in the summer. I heard it several times during the day, and I called in half an hour to a bitch. I could not connect, my brother had never been to a phone then, as I knew the next day. But, along with the rising tension in me, the number of cigarettes with smoked cigarettes increased, perhaps more than ten. / For me this was the usual number of cigarettes - but for a whole day, from student years /. And at 4-5 in the afternoon, I felt terribly ill, probably my blood had risen. I lay down on the floor, unable to call the phone anymore, forget where I left it. At home there was no one else, and my husband - he would have to get back to work, only six. Feeling farther and farther, I found the GSM and hurried. They almost got away from it - they said they were coming to us. But the door was not only locked, I had the latch. With frantic effort, I could unlock the doctor and the nurse. By the very time they entered, I began to vomit - the doctor was bringing me the bed from the bathroom. To the nurse, he did not at all admire his attitude towards me, but I soon felt better. With the doctor we were at the same age - but it was hardly because he did it greatly for me. I did not know until then what was high blood pressure. In the evening, I was able to connect my cousin to the phone with a cousin that reassured me that the bitch was good. And the other day I spoke with him, at last - when I called him yesterday, he was busy digging a ditch, stopping the fire ... From then on, I was not allowed any more. And as if I did not smell cigarettes. Is not it, God work?! ...