Well, I'm down to 20 now and it's satisfying. I kind of like the idea of GRADUALLY dropping a little at a time and wait to see if I notice. If some ECFers can vape 0-5.5, that's something I'd like to accomplish...eventually. Geeez, tho, I can vape at work (but I don't since I'm just paranoid about it in front of others...) - at home, I vape a lot, enough to keep me awake too long when I try to sleep. My most trying cravings for cigs come when I get into my truck and leave work. Whoa, I loved to smoke in the truck and drive. (Dudette, I am, just a Silverado truck...cuz I own a horse...godda have a truck...) vape, vape, vape.
If your ashtray (assuming you have one) is open I suggest either closing it or sticking your e-cig in it. My spot on the couch was my craving out of habit. I did away with all lighters and put my e-cigs were my pack sat. Cleaned my ashtray and use it as a cup holder.
Same thing with at my computer.
I still have lighters around but other than for work they're hidden from view. My work ashtray was cleaned and holds my e-cigs.
That way when my mind went looking I was able to train it to look for the e-cigs.
This was my first week with nothing but 5.5mg.
Monday, try to go to a doctor for a problem. Nurse tells me I need to go to the ER. (Note that I have panic disorder and that is directly responsible for me smoking cigarettes the last 5 of my 35 years.)
All week, get harassed by the guy I get most of my work from, first trying to micromanage me, then telling me I procrastinate, then telling me this crap load of work he took in needs to be done by Friday because he's going on another vacation. Then he tells me after the fact I have to return more scrap than was ever here to return. So we get into a big email argument. This was the day before a doctor visit so I'm already stressing as it is.
Today was the doctor. I wake up 4 hours early to sit here panicking. I don't want to waste Xanax and with 4 hours of sleep it could easily put me out to miss the appointment if taken that long before.
The only good was a good prognosis, but that was shadowed by the memory of needles (I have a major needle fear).
Talk about everything being against me. Did I want a cigarette? You bet. I cussed my roommate under my breath for leaving his pack sitting right by where I walk. But I didn't.
I still have a tank of 11mg sitting here but I didn't vape it. I think I'll replace it with 5.5mg since I could make it through this week OK.