When my first ordered ecig arrived I finished my pack of ciggies and decided not to buy the next pack. After a couple days I noticed one of my ashtrays had 3/4 of a ciggie left. Previously I'd read a cessation article that said the known presence of cigarettes can create or increase cravings. I considered that, went to toss the ciggie in the trash, then considered I might visualize it being there. We've all done it, usually at 3am! So I smoked it instead and was pleased to find it seemed just okay, nothing special. Finished it and didn't give it another thought.
Fast forward a few weeks and a few more orders. Tonight none of my ecigs are working. I've been struggling with them for days, too much time, too many wasted carts, too much rinsing juice out of my mouth and too much sticky liquid odor. Used some NRT, however I need to work on something for hours. It's dark, and I have to FOCUS after several days of ecig fumbling. I'm fully confident that when I've got a reasonably working ecig again all will be right with the world, so I finally decide to pick up one pack of the real thing until - I hope - a replacement arrives tomorrow. Is my confidence misplaced? Am I just rationalizing?
What a difference a few weeks makes. I'm 5 cigs into the pack now and where is that mindless enjoyable bliss I recall getting from my dear ciggies? The smoke is harsh in my mouth and tastes of truck exhaust. The filter is spongy... too soft, too soggy - I might be holding a damp wool sock between my lips and it's repellent. I've got a hint of a headache, am on the edge of dizzy. My fingers smell of charred wood. When I breath there is a heaviness in my chest I don't recollect ever noticing before.
So, here I am. I didn't notice the trip.
Fast forward a few weeks and a few more orders. Tonight none of my ecigs are working. I've been struggling with them for days, too much time, too many wasted carts, too much rinsing juice out of my mouth and too much sticky liquid odor. Used some NRT, however I need to work on something for hours. It's dark, and I have to FOCUS after several days of ecig fumbling. I'm fully confident that when I've got a reasonably working ecig again all will be right with the world, so I finally decide to pick up one pack of the real thing until - I hope - a replacement arrives tomorrow. Is my confidence misplaced? Am I just rationalizing?
What a difference a few weeks makes. I'm 5 cigs into the pack now and where is that mindless enjoyable bliss I recall getting from my dear ciggies? The smoke is harsh in my mouth and tastes of truck exhaust. The filter is spongy... too soft, too soggy - I might be holding a damp wool sock between my lips and it's repellent. I've got a hint of a headache, am on the edge of dizzy. My fingers smell of charred wood. When I breath there is a heaviness in my chest I don't recollect ever noticing before.
So, here I am. I didn't notice the trip.