Here’s a typical conversation with my mom, from about a month ago (and all my life, really, up to that point):
Me: Hi Mom. How are you?
Mom: Good.
Me: What’s new?
Mom: Nothing.
(Silence.)
Me: Okay, Mom, I’ll see you later.
Mom: Bye.
A typical conversation now:
Mom: What’s that?
Me: Those are nicotine lozenges.
Mom: What do I do with them?
Me: Every time you want a cigarette, pop one of these in your mouth.
(A few minutes lapse with silence.)
Mom: What’s that?
Me: Those are nicotine lozenges.
Mom: What do I do with them?
Me: Every time you want a cigarette, pop one of these in your mouth.
(And over and over and over again.)