Like others here, smoked young and often, even during pregnancy. Yes I knew better, but young remember? It was a great tool -- calmed nerves, increased alertness on night shifts, and wonderful for introverts forced into public spaces, as there were always automatic friends hovering in the increasingly annoying places where it was still a…
Like others here, smoked young and often, even during pregnancy. Yes I knew better, but young remember? It was a great tool -- calmed nerves, increased alertness on night shifts, and wonderful for introverts forced into public spaces, as there were always automatic friends hovering in the increasingly annoying places where it was still allowed.
It took me three serious trials to quit, finally managed it forever when I cared for two lovely older ladies dying of emphysema. NOT how I wanted to go.
For decades, I always said if I was told I had six months to live the first thing I'd do was buy a pack of cigarettes. Then one day, a good decade or two after quitting I realized it was no longer true. When vapes came out I toyed with the idea of trying it, but with wisdom/maturity/fear I chose not to. I was afraid I would again be digging into couch cushions and car nooks to find enough money to buy that one more nicotine hit.
Like others here, smoked young and often, even during pregnancy. Yes I knew better, but young remember? It was a great tool -- calmed nerves, increased alertness on night shifts, and wonderful for introverts forced into public spaces, as there were always automatic friends hovering in the increasingly annoying places where it was still allowed.
It took me three serious trials to quit, finally managed it forever when I cared for two lovely older ladies dying of emphysema. NOT how I wanted to go.
For decades, I always said if I was told I had six months to live the first thing I'd do was buy a pack of cigarettes. Then one day, a good decade or two after quitting I realized it was no longer true. When vapes came out I toyed with the idea of trying it, but with wisdom/maturity/fear I chose not to. I was afraid I would again be digging into couch cushions and car nooks to find enough money to buy that one more nicotine hit.