After mostly vaping instead of smoking for exactly two years, I finally smoked my last cigarette last December. I smoked for 27 years, throughout the process of my dad dieing from all of the smoking demons - emphysema, COPD, Lung Cancer ... basically the whole works. And his sister and dad also died of the same things way before their time. I loved my dad, but didn't really wnt to follow in his footsteps. And it was coming. I still can't breathe very well.
Now I'd like to report how much better I feel.
But I can't.
I can say that I made a quality decision, and after many years of trying to kill this dragon I finally did.
I can say that I'm never smoking another cigarette - ever!
I can say that I think this is the right decision 25 years too late.
I can say that we should continue as a society to help people quit.
I can say that the FDA is full of shit when they down talk vaping. But then again, everything McDonald's sells is FDA approved, and we know that will kill us.
I can say that I am glad to have finally won the war with a long term, destructive enemy.
Maybe someday I will be able to say that I feel so much better. But not yet.