I'd basically given up myself. "Quit" repeatedly and it was always, always a nightmarish experience and I always went back. I was doing a lot better on "cutting back" in '05 but, heh, I was living in New Orleans. Oh. Goodie. Ran from all that to Austin where I have family then in '11, the most destructive wildfire in Texas history ripped
right past my house. Told my brother at the time, if I hear the word "evacuate" one more time, just get me a nice, padded cell.
So while I've gotten past the worst of it, I can get... touchy (?) about being away from the house. Some part of my head is stuck in this thing of I have to be ready to EVACUATE AT ANY MOMENT!!!!
Bleah.
Anyway.
One thing that has happened getting away from cigs, my mood has improved. Not like it "cured" anything but it's not as bad. Sometimes, almost non-existent. Dunno what that's about. The smoking drug my overall mood down I guess?
Yeah I bought a Blu disposable just to try this "e-cig" thing out. I was getting my regular carton and just got it on impulse. Then forgot to smoke the rest of the day until sometime that evening. I actually checked the receipt and I'd gone 9 hours without lighting up and never noticed.
Which was
so weird.
I dropped from 2 packs a day to maybe 4 to 6 cigs a day pretty much immediately. I was so shocked, I didn't tell anybody for two weeks. I couldn't believe it was happening.
But I'm with you. I did
not put pressure on myself. I just decided to see where this "vaping" stuff went. Figured even if I got "stuck" at a 90% drop in smoking, that was pretty good in itself. Took a good six weeks or so for me to run out of the last surviving pack around the house and not seem to care.
(That carton? I took it back. Exchanged it for a Blu kit. Bought no more than two packs total in the six or so weeks following. Which was incredible to me.)
One of the really, really good longer term effects has been sleep. I seem to be sleeping far more "deeply". Not waking up at every noise and having to go "check". I can't remember the last time I woke up in the middle of the night. That's unusual for me. Especially after Katrina and Rita (rode Rita out, will
never do that again) and the fire and... bleah. In fact, now, it seems almost as if I can't tell any time passed. Seems I lay down and then,
poof, the sun is up. Like somebody threw a switch. I don't think I've slept that deep since I was in my twenties. It's almost a little eerie.
Heh. They just might. I've seen--so help me--bacon flavor.
No, I am not gonna try it. Nuh huh. Not me...