Now where were we? I've not had much time for writing about nicotine/dreaming the past couple of weeks while I've been preparing for the imminent test of my other favourite addiction.
Until this week, I've maintained a pack-a-week habit and been (often more than) content to chew gum in the meantime. This week, at the end of a month of working extra-long (12 hour) shifts I find my resilience a little weakened, and enjoyed a few more cigarettes. "Aaargghhh! the whole world tastes like 'freshmint'! Bugger that for a joke!". There are 9 left in this packet, and though I can't quite remember when I bought it, we'll call it two packs this week.
This is a crux situation where 'quitting' fails. If I was quitting cigarettes, this week I've blown it and would say "ah well, that didn't work, back to smoking full time. Obviously the gum doesn't work.".
But I Ain't No Quitter! I'm a smoker now, and always will be. If I smoke a couple of packets in a week, that's because I'm a smoker! But next week, when mind and body are rested and rejuvenated, the gum and it's perpetual-bloody-minty taste won't seem so bad again.
The mint kick satisfies something for me that 'original flavour' and 'fruity' can't touch. Reminds me of an old advert when I was a lad... "Extra Strong Mints, they'll blow your socks off!".
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