KUDOS!!!! NJOY Alternative Smoking Device

[mirror post from Kudos & Kudzu]

I am happy to report that my newest purchase regarding my health has proved an effective and outstanding solution.

I speak of the NJoy Alternative Smoking device. This was my Xmas gift to myself. I knew that one of my biggest obstacles with quitting was my oral fixation. Yes, I'm orally fixated. My pleasure-center is my mouth. I like to talk, smoke, laugh, sing, drink coffee, have a beverage all the time, wear flavored lip balms, kiss, (and other intimate things)...to name a few examples. What i missed more than anything else whenever I tried to quit smoking in the past, was the actual ACT of smoking. There was no substitute for that behavior.

In the early 90's I recognized this fact and used it for a speech class wherein we had to develop a product and give a presentation. Unfortunately, I had some deadbeat (younger) classmates on my team. I had to do most of the work. I came up with the product (LifeLight, Vitamist) and presented it. It was an alternative smoking device that produced MIST or VAPOR rather than smoke, and worked electronically, providing the same pleasurable sensation, but also added healthy ingredients and flavors. I even had vitamins and herbal supplements in mine. But alas, I did not have the capital to patent or develop and market it.

Well, NJoy has a product like this, though they don't yet offer vitamins. They do have flavors (Apple, Vanilla. They also come in menthol and non-menthol).

It consists of a cartridge with a smoking tip (like a Tiparillo) and a rechargeable tube. The NCIG Burgundy Starter kit cost $74.99 and then I paid $19.99 for the extra cartridges. So for a little over $100, I was on my way to being a non-smoker. The kit comes with two rechargeable tube/batteries and the charger, plus the sample cartridges, but I ordered the extra box of 5 cartridges. They come in menthol and non-menthol, with or without nicotine, and in different strengths. So you can start with the nicotine, while avoiding the 300 toxins that are in most cigarettes, and then wean yourself off the nicotine by going lower and then to the nicotine-free cartridges. Or not. You'll still be doing yourself a HUGE health favor, by getting rid of the smoke and toxins.

Another perk? Cost. According to the literature, the cartridges are supposed to be equivalent to one pack or perhaps one and a half. I was delighted to discover that they last twice as long, or more, for me. I think they might even last 3 or 4 days. I'll keep track of that. So, that $125 per month I was paying for a pack a day habit--now will drop to about $40, maybe less. And I will always have the option of ceasing use of the NJoy. But I probably won't for reasons mentioned before regarding my fixation.

I've been using my NJoy for 5 days now, and NEVER WANTED TO SMOKE A CIGARETTE. I have three packs sitting on the corner of my desk and never once felt the need to open one of them. It has been amazingly successful. It has been the easiest QUIT ever. And I feel very strongly that it will remain easy, and I won't ever want to go back. No more smelly clothes or smoky house; no more ashtrays, no more cigarette burns, no more being banished outdoors to smoke, no more rejection from non-smokers, whether as friends or potential dates, no more health risk, no more huge expense, no more FEAR of cancer from smoking, no more tight chest and coughing, and no more continual underlying anxiety that goes along with doing something you know is flirting with your own early-mortality.

My best friend also ordered a kit and she is having the same wonderful results. Both of us have tried for years to quit and could barely get past the first few days. I have a feeling this is different. For one thing, I DON'T SEEM TO CARE about having a cigarette anymore.

Another good thing--we can smoke our NJoys ANYWHERE. Since it's vapor, and not smoke, there are no restrictions. We might have to pull out the explanation card provided by the company to explain to those who would banish us for smoking, but it's obvious there are no laws of rules that prohibit us from creating vapor. And I still get to enjoy my oral fixation. And I love sitting in a coffeehouse or restaurant and "smoking" while chatting over coffee. Now I can still do that. And it harms no one, not even me.

As I did years ago with my own version of this idea, I still believe it can revolutionize the health care industry as there can be fewer and fewer smokers, and thus, fewer deaths, and costs.

I checked into being an Independent sales Rep for them, but they require you to spend about $500 in getting stock, first, and I'm not willing to do that, since I'm trying to save money all the way around--for my relocation to Colorado. I wrote to them to tell them my thoughts about that. Maybe that will change. Because I do know that I will tell everyone who smokes and who asks, that they can be happy non-smokers without all the fuss.

KUDOS!!!!!!!

KUDOS!!!! NJOY Alternative Smoking Device

What I'm Getting Myself for Xmas.

When I was in college during the early part of the 90's, (my second foray into academia) I had to do one of those presentations for speech in which your group invents a product and then does the sales pitch to the class. I ended up with a bunch of dead beats in my group who didn't want to work on it because they had a party to get to, beer to drink, etc. Most people who've been to college, know that drill....

So--I did most of the work. I came up with a product called "Life Light" which was a smokeless cigarette. (I use the idea in my novel Quintessence too, under the name VitaMist). The idea was that it would ignite through some chemical or electronic process, and what you would be inhaling was VAPOR, not smoke. Any smoker will tell you that one reason it's so hard to quit, is there's no substitute. When a drinker quits alcohol, her or she can still drink other beverages, even that fake beer stuff, and this at least helps. But there is no other thing smokers do that includes pulling smoke into the lungs and holding it and lighting it, etc. I knew this would address all those issues and provide society with a revolutionary alternative.

And there were different flavors and extra cartridges that could also include a delivery system for vitamins, minerals, herbs. In other words, it was a HEALTHY cigarette. And you could smoke it anywhere and blow it safely in a baby's face. I knew the idea could revolutionize the industry and send us into better health status as a society. (And of course, make me a target of tobacco industry assassins).

But finally, it would allow smokers to quit, without really quitting. I even wrote a jingle for it.

But of course, I didn't have the money to get a patent, nor the connections to find venture capital. Thus, a great idea withered on the vine...

But now...the vine has re-blossomed, and there are several products like my idea on the market. Though not imbued with vitamins, they are available without nicotine, and it's not smoke, along with the 300 toxins in a normal cigarette. And I love the fact that I will no longer worry about the stink on clothes and in my home, won't worry about finding a date because most of the types of women I'm interested in, don't smoke and won't date a smoker. The most recent (and best) smokeless/UN-cigarette I found is almost EXACTLY like the one I invented. Njoy

So, even though I am bitter that it didn't make ME rich, instead of THEM, it's still what I'm getting myself for Xmas. I just ordered the starter kit. I am so excited. I'll post back after i start using it.

Happy Holidays.

What I'm Getting Myself for Xmas.

Brain Dump: Mortality & Meaning

Okay, I know this is going to be less a blog, and more a journal entry, but whatever. Consider it the first in a series of brain dumps.
<<--Look, i even made a graphic for it....

Onward.... I usually try to see the bright side of things, and when I can't do that, I try to see the funny side. Anyone who reads this blog knows that. And often the dark side can be funny, if you know how to manipulate the data.

But this morning, I think my brain is in some other gear....PARK, maybe. It hits me like this every so often when it gets triggered by news from loved ones, or dreams I have.

I dreamed I had my ex girlfriend's parrots. Like they were mine or I had inherited them or something. Maybe in the dream she had died...I don't know...(and no, i don't wish any ill toward any of my ex's. They all tend to merge after a while anyway...E Pluribus unum.*) But I was enjoying the parrots. I was always playing with the Cockatoo, named Sophee (that was her real name) but in the dream she wasn't crippled and her personality was more like Keegan's--the African Grey of the pair, who was talkative and personable. I was living in my father's house --have no idea why. A few days ago, I dreamed my father died, too...I'm sure all this came from finding out that another one of my ex girlfriends lost her mother. And once you hear that, there's this mortality bacteria in your brain...and it sort of infiltrates your life for a while, until you get back into the bliss of ignoring all those harsh realities.

When I woke from all this, I lay there with Shoes curled up with half her body on my shoulder, purring softly. (Yeah, my cat. Women don't seem to purr...well, okay, if I'm doing it right, they do.) For a long time I just laid there, and thought about things. Like you do when you're sleepy and just waking up and the brain starts to make that trip back to rational consciousness again.

I felt sad. Like why doesn't my ex, the one who lost her mother--why does she feel she can't be in my life somewhere? Why can't I be one of those friends to her that she seeks out during times like these, for support? Why does she continue to judge me by the person I was 10 years ago? And why does it still matter to me at all? Because she was the only woman I was ever so madly in love with? Because it was the only time I've ever had my heart ripped out of my chest and handed back to me as that person walks out of my life, while I hold my bloody thumping, dying heart in my own hands? Is that why?? (Okay, that was graphic, but that's what the emotion surrounding it is like for me).

And I thought of how sad it is that I am alone so much. Is it mostly my choice, or is it part and parcel of being an author-artist-songster- type person? Everything I do is something I do alone....And I stayed sad as my thoughts wandered to the two dreams of my father.

How tragic that I have a biological family who rejects me on the basis of who I am, (an oxymoron in and of itself) and that it somehow offends their sensibilities to the degree that they would abandon their own child; and I thought maybe it wasn't their sensibilities. Maybe they were all just selfish, shallow people, and I can still feel good about my decision to remove all toxic people from my life. Maybe it's a blessing that I might never know when any of them die.

And I thought of my own mortality. I coughed. I thought for the umpteenth time, that I should quit smoking. It was the last thing left on this "take good care of yourself" train. Addiction to cigarettes is so hard to conquer. I've stopped smoking a large number of times, (yeah, quitting is easy: I've done it a bunch of times) and it was okay for a while, but then I would need that---what? comfort? is smoking really like having a Friend? And I know it makes my brain feel better. It's like I can't think clearly without cigarettes. A crazy excuse from an addicted smoker?

And then I thought about all the weird things that happen to your body as you get older, and how it's a little frightening. The older I get, the more frightened I become. I lament the lost years--wishing I'd known 20 years ago, what I know now. Wishing I had more time. Wishing, as I've mentioned before, that I really could live forever. (Ironic, since there have been so many times that i wished to die). So many things on the horizon, other than a mushroom cloud (if we're lucky). Things I'd like to see and experience....but as each birthday comes and goes, I find myself lying about my age more and more...and I get this dread in my gut...knowing I won't grow old gracefully. That I'll be kicking and screaming the whole way. Never mind all those big personal cosmology questions that arise about death and life and life after death. Just dealing with your own declining vessel is enough to worry about....Like when you're driving a car that starts to have problems, and then there's a whole list of problems on its heels and you know at some point it won't be worth fixing and it should just be given over to the great junk heap. Is that my fate as well?

And will I face this progressing disintegration by myself, with no one to support me, care for me, love me? (I am so thankful for my best friend). Will I live out this timeline of mine without being able to give my heart to someone who deserves it? And why is it so hard for me to give my heart away? Why don't I fall in love easily? Why is it so rare for me to even be sparkin' on a woman? That's only happened a grand total of 2 times in....god...how many years? And the first spark was doused with water pretty quickly. Well, not water. Wine. The second one--I don't know about that. It's current. I have no idea what this woman feels toward me, and I'm too chicken to ask, so I'm focusing on the friendship, which is very important to me anyway.

But amid this, The same questions continue to arise. Will I never find my PERSON? Will I meet my ultimate demise without knowing what it feels like again to be so in love with woman that the thought of her not being there aches like a case of restless legs and angina, combined. After all I've done to evolve and become the type of person who would be considered a valuable discovery for some lovely, evolved, intelligent, and funny woman out there, will it not matter? Is fate just fate? How much control do we really have over how our lives go? And I wondered if maybe my high ideals and constant concern for the practice of sound ethics has gotten me here. Is it just subterfuge? Does it really matter if I'm a quality person? Finding love seems to have almost nothing to do with how great a person you are. Rude awakening, that. Maybe I'm having a mid-life crisis.

So today I must try to coax myself back over into my concerted efforts to ignore these things that simmer on the burner at the back of my mind.

R. D. Laing, a British psychiatrist noted for his alternative approach to the treatment of schizophrenia, once said, “Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.” I wish I didn't resonate with that quote quite so much.

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*Latin for "out of many, one."

Brain Dump: Mortality & Meaning