Five Years. Five years is how long I've been spitting away my money; spitting away roughly $1,700 a year. Tuesday, 24 DEC 2014, I got all four of my wisdom removed. That morning before my 0900 appt, I took, what I want to be my last dip. However, I'm stuck between a rock and hard place. I understand that no one can do it but me. Sure, all the help can be afforded to me, but I'm the only one that can throw away the can forever. But, here's my dilemma. I don't know if I'm ready to quit. There is something, no matter how stupid it is, about the flavor, the pack, the lip, the can that I love. Yet, I know it can kill me. I have seen the pictures. I have seen the videos. I've had my scares. Today I'm on 3 of no dip. Doctor said I could have started again today if I wanted. I'm struggling to not get in my truck and go get some pouches (cause of this surgery) to curve these withdraw feelings I'm having right now. Irritability. Headache. Body aches. Cold sweats etc etc. Here goes everything.