Quit smoking January 2016. I was trying to quit, but didn't want to waste the half dozen or so still in the last (?) pack. Then my daughter grabbed the pack from my hand and said stop and I did.
I had just been put on a medicine that could have influenced the ability to quit, but it was done. No more nicotine since.
Have to say it is a lot nicer with few people smoking any more.
Can really smell-distinguish it in parking lotsI
Worked at Hershey Medical Center for a summer for tuition at Penn State. I was a respiratory tech assistant in the ICU who was allowed, if not required, to exceed the job description for providing care. The break room in the respiratory therapy department was where the respiratory therapists would smoke.
Sometimes the patients would come out to the large central nurses' desk on the floor and smoke.
In high school the seniors were provided a specific bathroom for smoking and also a senior lounge off the cafeteria.
I didn't smoke then.
A flyfishing friend smoked and we used to visit some bars and a disco downtown State College. I held a cigarette while cruising the clubs. Needed to look cool.
Then early one morning while driving to my friend's house to head out on another flyfishing adventure, on the northern part of State College, it hit.
It felt weird. A big "whaaaaaat?!!!"
Didn't know it, but the entrance door to the house of addiction, opened with a big welcoming!
The core of my brain talked to me. "Go ahead. Smoke a cigarette."
No, no, no! But then, okay. Don't know why, but okay will smoke a cigarette.
And then the nicotine addiction began. Chewed snuff mostly. Can't maintain a regular exercise routine if messing up lungs smoking. Spitting seems okay.
Switched to all cigarettes later when was playing harmonica lots and lots. Can't eat right before and during a performance. No snuff absolutely. Keep the reeds clean and tuned.
Still that nicotine is nasty addictive.
Glad could quit.
Glad my daughter pulled the cigarette out of my mouth and the pack from hands.
Flyfishing is probably a little more addictive.
(Personal rule of fishing is no drugs, no alcohol and no effects when fishing. Strict rule for self and anyone fishing together. Nothing. But smoking between "pools" was okay. Snuff much easier. Patches helped a little. Drugs and booze and cigs always held off for the end of the day review. Not fishing. Not hunting. But socializing. Yes. Big smile!)