Same here. Ever since my bout with pneumonia several years ago, even if I just get near a smoke-filled room or there is lots of ozone from burning fireplaces, I end up wheezing for days and sometimes need an inhaler. When I look back, I can't imagine what made me want to keep smoking all those years.
I wanted to quit for some years, but was unable to. I disliked cigarettes, but couldn't leave them alone. I began smoking cigars, but that didn't slow the habit. Then, I came to work at my present job, a bit over 15 years ago. People looked down on my cigars, and I was forbidden to smoke while working in even empty apartments. After a time, I just forgot to smoke. After three weeks without thinking about a smoke, I realized it was over. That was at least 14 years ago.
For most people, I doubt that the cravings ever stop. I chewed for forty years, but a heart attack two years ago put an end to that. I have been using mint snuff that they make in Oregon, and it actually tastes pretty good. At least, it beats the cow crap that I get in my mouth preg checking. Still, I'd go back to Copenhagen in a heartbeat if I could. That's just the way it is, I believe.
Last Friday marked my sixth anniversary. And you know, it really is all in your mind. All three of my steps smoke and I can sit with them and watch them smoke and it never, ever occurs to me to bum a ciggie or take a puff off one of theirs. My oldest spent the night last night and his pack is downstairs in the den but there's absolutely no temptation to take one.
The cravings are all in your head.
Have you ever been in an apartment that is or was inhabited by a shut-in chainsmoker? It's like entering a yellow cave. Every single atom of it covered by the tar and running down the doors and fixtures, even. It's a major undertaking to restore a smoker's home to normalcy. Looking over such a mess; in my mind's eye, I see a lung, and wonder about the person's well-being.
Can't be too hard on them, considering that you've been there yourself.
I wasn't commenting on the people, but, on the condition of the apartment.
Smoking creates the deepest habits. Eleven years after I quit, if I was in a bar talking to someone I would find myself pawing my front shirt pocket for the non-existent pack.
My best to your sister, Edgar.
Joe(can't stand the stink of cigs anymore)Nation
I've concluded that my sister will be fine even though the craving will linger on. I, too, hate to be around tobacco, now.
I can imagine, edgar. How nasty it must be.
I remember how gross it would get in the back of airplanes when smoking was allowed. How insane was that anyway??!! I finally stopped smoking on planes simply because I couldn't stand it back there. Yuck!
Last time I was in a casino, the smoke made me dizzy. There's one place they need to clean up.
A casino/slot parlor opened in the Poconos last month. Since it is in competition with both Atlantic City and Catskill Indian Casinos smoking is allowed.
By request of outraged patrons after two weeks they opened a non-smoking section.
