Giving Up Smoking Part II (b) The Ogre Rears It’s Head.

The ogre I was ready to tussle with, whose fetid breath I expected hot on my face, was Physical Craving. I was sure we’d meet. After all I had been lacing my cells and tissues with nicotine since I was 15 years old. Logically, my body must have adapted all functions to run on a continuing supply of the stuff. The Theory of Evolution alone dictated that, deprived of what to all intents and purposes had become a life-supporting substance, my body should have rebelled. Sweats, aches, spiders crawling over my skin, tremors, maniacal laughter followed by outbursts of sobbing . . . → Read More: Giving Up Smoking Part II (b) The Ogre Rears It’s Head.