Still, the baseball and tobacco money train kept rolling
Theres an empty pain between my thighs, the pain has teeth that bite me and the vodka is tearing my insides again, theres something cool on my neck, I feel a draught coming from somewhere, somethings panting on my neck, a sour breath, I want to throw off the heavy sack of cement, I want to run away, whatever it is sticks its tongue down my throat, I thrash about but it thrusts its full weight on top of me, I cant move my legs, Im a flattened frog, I get pins and needles and my thighs go numb, more teeth glittering and ambushing me, what are they waiting for, I resist, now some fingers squeeze my neck, Im gripped by tentacles and cant move, I cant breathe, the pain bites me and wont let go
Understanding the science helps you navigate the final miles of your stop-smoking journey with confidence.
Just like alcohol, everyone reacts differently