Earlier today I visited the local chemist to pick up some scripts for drugs I’m taking. Pretty normal really. But the conversations I had out on the street, while I was waiting, weren’t! I spoke with four different guys, each of them were smoking, and the conversations went something like this…
Me… Hey mate, there’s a good chance you’ll get lung cancer if you keep smoking.
Him… (Smiles at me and keeps smoking)
Me… It’s true you know
Him… Yeah, I know
Me… I’ve got lung cancer and I can tell you it’s not much fun
Me… You don’t know whether to believe me, do you?
Me… It’s true. You want to see my scars?
Me… (I lift up my shirt on the left side to reveal 3 rather ugly scars around my ribs) They had to stick tubes in me to drain out all the litres of fluid from round my lungs. You know, it’s a good idea to give up.
Him… Yeah, I know.
Me… I know it’s hard, but you should try. Start now, it’s worth it.
Him… Did you give up smoking?
Me… Mate, I didn’t smoke and I still got lung cancer!
Him… Yeah?! Have you got rid of it?
Me… Mate, I might never get rid of it. They can’t cut it out, and I’ve got to keep on chemo.
Me… So give it a shot, eh? It’s worth trying to give up now.
Him… Yeah, thanks mate. And hey, good luck eh!
Then, back in the chemist, picking up my scripts, I say “I understand you guys help people to quit smoking.” To which the pharmacist replies, “Yeah, that’s right.” And I say, “Well, there’s three guys outside smoking right now. You could help them!”