I could really go for that
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I could really go for that
In the 1950s, selling cigarettes inside hospitals was routine. Staff regularly pushed carts from room to room, offering packs and cartons of cigarettes alongside magazines and snacks. Patients could smoke in their beds, and smoking was common in hospital rooms, hallways, waiting areas, and even nurses’ stations.
At the time, tobacco was not yet widely recognized as dangerous. Some doctors believed smoking helped calm nerves or ease discomfort, and unfiltered brands like Camel, Lucky Strike, Chesterfield, and Philip Morris were everywhere. Nurses and physicians often smoked while working, including during shifts and patient reports.
This practice reflected an era when cigarettes were fully integrated into daily life, even in healthcare settings, before mounting evidence and later warnings from the United States Surgeon General fundamentally changed how smoking was viewed.
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sentí olor a tabaco y me di cuenta...de que era yo pq estaba sola en la habitación,re flashera (??? JAKSJKAKAS
perdón no tengo a ndie cn qn hablar,ah se ponía re depre
Los efectos del tabaco:
oda a la ceniza
no recuerdo cuando fue la primera vez que te sostuve entre mis dedos, pero sí recuerdo que llegaste a mí en una época donde todo parecía irse a la mierda, te convertiste en una compañía en momentos de absoluto silencio, en la excusa perfecta para salir de un lugar y pasar tiempo contigo.
he escuchado todo lo que dicen de ti. que robas años, que dejas cenizas donde antes había vida, que nunca traes nada bueno. quizá tengan razón. pero también es cierto que has estado presente en algunos de mis momentos más honestos. conoces mis derrotas, mis madrugadas de soledad y las conversaciones que nunca tuve con nadie más.
¿que vas a matarme? mátame. si ya tienes ocupado buena parte del aire que respiro.
¿que acabarás conmigo poco a poco? adelante. he sobrevivido a cosas peores que tú.
lo nuestro ya parece un matrimonio de años: una relación donde ninguno de los dos es feliz, donde ya no nos soportamos, pero donde tampoco parece existir la intención real de divorciarnos.