...and was up to a couple of packs of Camel unfiltered per day by then. I still miss the lovely morning dance of nicotine and caffeine, which sent the IQ soaring and imparted excellent work habits well into the afternoon, but I do not miss ciggies as such (I dream occasionally that I've broken the fast, and in the dreams this is always attended by a crushing sense of self-loathing and remorse). Nicotine withdrawal was never going to be fun, but how much less so it would have been endured in tandem with a debilitating respiratory ailment!

Note, incidentally, that there are some long-term side effects attending this act of self-denial. For example, your clothing may shrink.

cordially,