It took me two years to lose the urge to smoke. I read this morning that a vaccine has been developed that will be available in a couple of years which will block the drug's interaction on the brain.

I bought an electronic cigarette, there are many different levels of nicotine cartridges to choose from, but I got some without any nicotine. I noticed with the few cigarettes that I had left that I was getting a buzz, it was weird. It has been 2 weeks since my last cigarette, and I haven't gone crazy, in fact It's like I have reduced my craving all together. And I can smoke indoors because it's not smoke, it's just a vapor.

I have heard of those. Do they need to be plugged in?

Perfect timing, metalwing....i was just going to bump this up to see how ashley is doing.

Hey, Ashley

How are things?

i quit quiting

i am trying to quit as i type this it is hard but its set in my mind that i am done with it. when i get a craving i chew on a pen cap for 5 mins and by that time the craving is gone and the cap is so badly chewed that u cant even tell what it was

wow look what i found.
i posted this in oct. 2002

Hmmmm.I see we are thinking along same lines. This is what I have posted on
alt.support.stop-smoking. I hope you will enjoy my story :-)

Hi everyone!
I just found your NG and I thought I would take part in it and share my
story with you (if you don't mind ;-) )

I am 27 years old, mother to 3-year-old twin girls, wife to my 3rd child (or
you can call him husband). I have been smoking since I was 12? I can't
really remember, but I know I have tried cigarettes even before that. It had nothing to do with peer pressure or my parents being smokers, but for
some reason I just liked cigarettes. The very 1st time I have inhaled it didn't bother my throat one bit, and I loved it. Go figure.

I went through a lot of ups and even more downs through out my entire life and smokes seem to be my only true, loyal friend. Every time I was sad they
were there, every time I was happy they were there. Not many none smokers can say that they had a true friend that never judged or even said anything to them, but was ALWAYS there.

In the last 3 years I have noticed that my best friend wasn't really my friend. The endless pictures of what my friend did and was capable of doing were hard to believe. After all these things don't happen to people like me...or do they?
Pictures of what my friend did were thrown at me left and right, the media didn't hold back either, lawsuits flying like mad. "There has to be at least*some* truth to it" I thought to myself.

The very 1st time I got angry with my friend was when I found out I was pregnant. I wanted my friend to leave me alone. I didn't want anything to happen to my babies. My friend was no longer that, he was just an *** hole that wouldn't go away, that refused to leave my family and me alone. He dared me so many times and I just couldn't stand up to him. Somewhere deep down I still liked him.

My girls were born healthy despite of the intrusion of that so-called friend, and I thank God for that every day!

But the stalker just wouldn't leave me alone. Everywhere I went he went with me, after I woke up, with my coffee, after meals, before meals, with Pepsi, with water, at the computer that *** HOLE was EVERYWHERE!

But he knew my thoughts of wanting to leave him, he knew that my life, my girls meant more to me then anything else, especially him!
He started to get angry with me, started to get even more demanding of my attention. He now wanted to be with me all the time.
I could feel his anger in my chest; it was getting difficult to breath, all I thought about was HIM.

When he found out about the patches he backed off for few days, he kept telling me that I don't need them, he said that he will be there for me like he has always been.

All of a sudden I didn't hear him they way I used to; I felt like I was hearing impaired but only when HE spoke to me. I then realized that the breathing difficulty wasn't coming from his anger, I found out he was hurting me all along. All this time behind my back HE was doing this to me...he was plotting my death!

Monday will be 3 weeks since our last visit and I can't say that I miss him.
I do think about him, but not the way you might think. I wonder what kind of damage he did to my body. I am not ready yet to have any tests done, but I can really say that I feel great.
It's been a little over 1 week since I decided I didn't want to use the patches.
I guess I just couldn't stand the thought that of even small amounts of nicotine lingered through my body.

I went to see my doc last week and she seems to think that it would be best if I got on Wellbutrin. IMHO I don't need it because I know I will never smoke again. I know I want to be here for as long as I can, because I love my girls so much!
But the doc says I should so I'm taking the pills, I don't think they make much of a difference as far as the cravings (yes I still have some, but they don't bother me too much bit) but on the other hand I know there is a possibility that
I will become depressed. So I don't mind preventing that.

All in all things are going great.
To all that took the time to read my story I thank you!
Try to remember all the reasons why you quit in the 1st place, I know I look at mine every day.

This is what my meter looks like now...and it will go on for ever!
One month, three days, 21 hours, 54 minutes and 11 seconds. 542 cigarettes
not smoked, saving $157.35. Life saved: 1 day, 21 hours, 10 minutes.