There are some good choices I've been talked into by him for sure, and that makes it worse. I also hate telling him that I did something he'd been trying to get me to do (like a CBT exercise) and that he was right and it did help. I usually start off with "don't gloat, but..." or "you're not allowed to be happy about this..."

This was mostly an embarrassing story involving a bug bomb mishap. I work with much more hazardous stuff at work all the time, but I managed to screw up with a grocery store product. Anyway, my lungs were not happy, so I temporarily switched to vaping and then discovered that I didn't really mind it and they make much smaller and simpler ones than when I tried it years ago.