Does Champix Actually Work? Yes — But Only as a Last Resort

If I live to be a hundred, I will never forget the vile sickness that consumed me when I smoked my last cigarette.

I was in my kitchen, doubled over, trying to suck the smoke into my lungs between deep, violent coughs which tore at my chest and expelled huge, filthy phlegm bombs out across the floor.

One small drag, one huge cough…

…Another small drag, another disgusting blob splatting out, feeling as though the very lining of my lungs were being dragged up through my throat and propelled out of my spit-soaked mouth.

I tried again, another drag.

This time, I hurled vomit all over the kitchen floor, then stumbled backwards, collapsing against the fridge, still doubled over, face flush red and eyes watering, gasping for air.

I extinguished that cigarette after three failed, miserable drags, then -and I’m not ashamed to admit this- I cried a little.

At first, I cried because I was overwhelmed by what an extremely brutal reaction I’d just experienced to something I’d done thousands of times before.

Then I cried for another reason.

I cried because of the absolute, crystal clear certainty of my realisation:

That was it. I was done.

My 16 year career as a smoker was over, reaching its end in a disgusting and violent finale that felt akin to ejecting some kind of evil demon from the core of my being.

I knew in that instant that I was free. That if I didn’t want to, I would never have to smoke another cigarette again.

The tears I was crying were now tears of joy.

I cried because I was free, and because I’d finally found something that worked.

Using Varenicline (Champix) to Quit Smoking

You see, that extremely violent reaction to my last cigarette didn’t just happen by itself. A solid few weeks of taking Varenicline (better…