October 13, 2007

The Band-Aid Removal Metaphor

You pull hard on the Band-Aid, it hurts once only and the pain is soon forgotten . Pull slowly over several days, you hurt a lot, get bored and tempted to just leave the Band-Aid there forever.

So my brother-in-law is quitting to smoke by spacing out his cigarettes from an elaborate chart, probably logarithmic. I quit cold turkey 4 days ago and the pain is fast going away, like the coughing. I feel that having these cigarettes numbered and lined up in front of him will make Paul weak in the knees and succumb. His doctor will not be happy. On the other hand maybe he is strengthening his resolve this way. I look at the picture of me smoking in this blog and THAT strengthens my resolve. Let's see who succeeds by ....hmmmm....New Year's Day.
We'll report back to you here in 2 1/2 months.
(The black object I am holding in my hand is a medallion of the Black Madonna of Cracovia that protects the Polish coal miners from black lung, the closest saint I could muster for my project. How much do you want to bet that this works better than nicotine patches ? Those are like an AA guy who would suck on this little bottle at all time to cut down on the withdrawal pains. OK OK I'm just holding a lens cap. But the story was good. )

7 comments:

Camille C. said...

Sweetie: This if the first time EVER that your brother-in-law Pauol has made any attempt to quit. Forever, he's been a 3-pack guy. Really, it all boils down to one's own personal resolve -- to hell with those pitiful beings who are smoking around you. Simply not an excuse.

Anonymous said...

DAM, I'VE TRIED TO QUIT SEVERAL TIMES, TOO NO AVAIL. DID PATCHES AND THEY WOULD FALL OF DURING HUMID SEASON, PILLS AND THEY WERE ALSO FOR DEPRESSION AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN DEPRESSED, SO, BACK TO THE WEED.
HELL, I HAVEN'T THAT MUCH TIME LEFT ON THIS OLD EARTH AND FIGURE I WILL GO OUT HAPPY, EVEN IF I'M COUGHING. ONCE LOST 40 LBS AND WAS STRAVING TO DEATH, AGAIN, HELL, WHEN I GO, I WANT TO GO OUT WITH A FULL TUMMY.....

Anonymous said...

Toujours heureux de te voir t'éclater Jim...keep on keeping on...Claude

Jacques POIRIER said...

I dont blame you BJ. My uncle Francois died of lung cancer in a hospital room surrounded by his friends, all laughing hysterically when the nurse discovered that under his bed he was hiding, not ONE carton of cigarettes, but a case of such cartons. Francois who was a cancer specialist was 76 and died laughing because although they had said he had till Xmas, he made sure there were enough smokes there to Easter.

The13th said...

I read somewhere that the methodology of quitting smoking is personal, unique to each smoker. Yet, since I haven't quit myself, while looking for my kick groove, maybe the rhetoric is propaganda. I expect when I do quit it will be like akin to Jacques' method. Seems weening is better for moderation of habit than those you want to kick.

Well done, Jacques, for giving them the boot! And you look rather devilish in this picture, I might add.

stephanie said...

forget the addiction...what about the smell. who wants to live in an ash-tray let alone smell like one?
why hasn't phillip morris disguised the stinch!
stephanie

Jacques POIRIER said...

Good Comment Steph, I mean just 2 years ago I was making efforts to stay away from the stink of smokers, changing seat in a park or crossing to the other side of the street to not follow into the trail of smokers. That's positive re-inforcement. I spent 5 happy years as a non-smoker, from 2000-2005. Can't wait to go back there and enjoy better food, sleep, sport and sex, to the risk of being fatter...which doesn't need to happen anyway.