Nicotine replacement products are a billion dollar industry. Wherever you go, you see folks literally stuck together with patches, sucking like demented vacuums on fake plastic cigarettes, and masticating madly on that strange bitter gum. (Mmmmm. Bitter gum).
I know. I was that man. And I accept that, for many people worldwide, these products work as a substitute for cigarettes, and even as an aid to help them quit. Not for me. As I woke in the middle of the night, unstuck myself from the sheets (where my two patches had welded to my lost gum), I lit another smoke, almost overdosed on the stuff, and ruminated.
This nicotine replacement therapy wasn’t so much a crutch, as a torture. It was like giving an alcoholic one Scotch a day and saying: “Go ahead, my friend. Knock yourself out”. The problem being that there was always the potential for that Scotch to turn from one into two. Then three. Then never enough.
And that’s the problem with NRT products. Like cigarettes themselves, they are never enough.
More gum. More patches. More money.