In a prior study on electronic cigarette (EC) refill fluids, Cinnamon Ceylon was the most cytotoxic of 36 products tested. The purpose of the current study was to determine if high cytotoxicity is a general feature of cinnamon-flavored EC refill fluids and to identify the toxicant(s) in Cinnamon Ceylon. Eight cinnamon-flavored refill fluids, which were screened using the MTT assay, varied in their cytotoxicity with most being cytotoxic.
Here’s my tobacco harm reduction success story I shared at CASAA:
I started smoking around age 16; I am 41 now. When I quit smoking three years ago, I had been smoking for 22 years. That’s nearly a quarter of a century. In fact, that’s very close to a full third of my projected lifespan. For the first year, when I would run around telling people how I was “not addicted,” I would smoke a pack in a few days. By a couple of years later, I was smoking a pack a day. Within a couple more years, I was up to three and a half packs per day. At my peak, in my early twenties, I could easily be into my fifth pack of cigarettes by the time I went to bed. For the last several years of my smoking life, with great effort, I got myself down to about two packs a day. For the longest amount of time however – well over a decade – I averaged two-and-a-half to three-and-a-half packs a day.
I have on several occasions attempted to quit smoking cold turkey. This was always most convenient when I was sick with a flu. It never worked for more than perhaps a day at most. About seven or eight years ago, and over the course of the next few years, I tried lozenges (yuck!), gum (difficult to find cinnamon flavor), Chantix, nicotine patches, and so-called “zero-nicotine” cigarettes. Mostly, it was a combination of at least two, sometimes three, of these methods. The most I was ever able to completely live without smoking was a couple of days. I was a nervous wreck.
Finally, I decided to take a chance on a new idea. A personal nicotine vaporizer, also known begrudgingly as “e-cigarettes”. I can’t even remember where I got the idea or what I knew about them then. I did a ton of research into price-versus-effectiveness, and settled on a brand (Joye) and a vendor (Cignot) which seemed like a satisfactory and trustworthy combination and took the plunge with about $100 – roughly the cost of a week’s supply of Camel Filters. I got two medium-sized bottles of e-juice, a USB passthrough device, a car charger, a PCC (Personal Charging Case), and a box of two Joye 510 personal vaporizers, plus cartridges.
The moment I took it out of the box and assembled my vaporizer, I quit smoking tobacco. I am not kidding. Well, I tried it first. It felt like smoking. It really did. But it wasn’t. It was just delivering nicotine via atomized infused liquid. But the sensation – from the inescapable muscle-memory of hand-to-mouth which all smokers adhere to even after quitting, to the feeling in the back of my throat and in my lungs – was close enough to inhaling tobacco smoke (minus the coughing and burning and infamous “eye-hits” of the secondary smoke wafting about) that I did not have to light another cigarette ever again. I started at around 26mg nicotine; within a few months I got down to 18mg. Generally, I puff all day, when I am thinking about it. Often, I don’t even think about it; sometimes for an hour or more, such is the loosened grip of my addiction.
In one day, I quit smoking cigarettes completely. In three years, I have not had to smoke. I have smoked maybe five times since then, but only to see if I could discern a difference. I could. Compared to vaporized nicotine, burning tobacco was horrible. I could not believe I smoked up to five packs a day for over twenty years. So, maybe five times I tried to see what I had been doing. Five times I only got halfway into a cigarette before I was done. The last one was probably two years ago now.
The biggest changes since I stopped smoking in favor of the low-risk alternative of vaporization has been the lack of waking up with what I call “lead-lungs,” which for years daily caused me to self-medicate with that horrible subtly-pain-relieving smoking tobacco. Every morning I used to wake up and the first couple of cigarettes would eliminate the pain I felt breathing. Now I have zero pain in my chest.
I can smell things – including cigarette smoke, when it’s around (wow – sorry, non-smokers!). I also no longer burn holes in clothing or cars, or singe my hair, or accidentally set small fires by carelessly letting my cigarette burn unwatched in an ashtray. The stigma is gone. I’m no longer a social outcast because of my stupid “cool” addiction. In essence, I’m free, or nearly there.
I do still use my vaporizer frequently, but it’s causing me no perceivable negative health effects at all. If anything, I can run short distances again. As an asthmatic smoker, that used to be impossible. Exercise is something which is no longer practically impossible for me. It has changed my life in so many positive ways. And, as long as this method is legal and safe, I will never have to go back to the slow suicide of smoking, ever again.
This is great for vapers who use variable voltage/wattage mods.
I sent this to a dear old friend late last night on Facebook and thought i might share it here too:
I’ve only found two ways of getting anywhere: either know somebody, or keep plugging away until you’ve run clean out of failure.
The first is the hardest to achieve, unless you’re naturally social and hang out at places where the people you need to meet are.
But the second is the hardest to endure. That’s the way i had to go, because i’m a nasty person with a big fat mouth and most of the people i know who are in positions to help me get to that next rung don’t want to associate themselves with me – and i’m fine with that, because their type are largely assholes, as far as i’m concerned. However, i’ve long been treading water, both financially and emotionally, and it really was right when i was just about to drown that my current job fell into place, EVEN THOUGH i flubbed the interview and honestly wasn’t qualified and nearly failed out of training.
So i think the third thing might be the secret way: want something as hard as you fucking can. If you’re not totally sure what you want yet, that’s cool. Just find something small, and want the ever-living shit out of it. Then want something a little bigger, once you’ve had that small thing for long enough that it’s not enough anymore.
You know about Intent. You know about Will. I don’t think there is anything magical about it at all. I think that whatever it is that a person wants, if they want it bad enough, they will subconsciously find some way to get to it. Even if it’s blood from a stone.
Don’t get me wrong: i’m still in the shits financially, and one of these days i’m going to be doing jail time over it (yes they can do that), and when they ever finally start garnishing my paychecks i’ll certainly be living somewhere even less desirable than where i’m at, and i’ll lose my beloved, cherished dogs to boot. But for right now, i’m surviving as best i can, and in between serious, jolting freak-outs over money woes, i’m pretty happy about where i’m currently at. Because i wanted something really, really hard, and i got it.
I also wanted to lose some weight and get in better shape, and that started to happen, despite my solid history of terrible, crippling laziness and chronic mental and physical exhaustion… because i wanted that so goddamn bad i actually started making it happen all by myself. I am telling you, this shit works! But you got to want something roughly obtainable, and you absolutely gotta want it like you’ve never wanted anything else in your life ever before. I mean, you got to want it so bad you start really punching above your weight class. You gotta get mad to get even; you gotta get motivated by the sheer mind-erasing sadness of existence to start digging in with all of your might and claw furiously at anything in your way so you can get into a spot just clear enough that you can make a break for it. And then run like hell for the other side; don’t fucking pay attention to the bullets or the enemy or anything else. Tunnel vision. That’s what you need to get. Fury. Sheer WILL.
p.s.: This isn’t about wishful thinking, or the so-called Law of Attraction (aka “The Secret”). This is about applying your will to action.