Turns out, I was inhaling the equivalent of 40 fags a day – at least in terms of nicotine. There was no doubt about it, I was a vape addict.
My love affair with vaping began to unravel. I just couldn’t continue with the habit knowing the risks.
But giving up wasn’t easy. It took several attempts to finally quit. In the end I switched to a nicotine patch and slowly weaned myself off the drug for good.
If I’d known two years ago what I know now, I would never have started vaping. And I would strongly discourage anyone else from taking it up. Yet, even as I write, I can feel a insidious craving to vape – oh the bliss contained in that first puff of e-cigarette. But I will stand firm come what may – and so should anyone who values their health.
40 vapes worth of nicotine is rather less damaging than 40 fags a day.
That’s actually the point.