Well. It’s day 26 of Chantix. Six days since I’ve had a cigarette. The cravings are becoming more manageable. And good thing. Because the Chantix, as of last weekend, has initiated a spate of Stevens Johnson Syndrome.
It’s painful. And unpleasant. And reminiscent of leprosy. And is the reason I’m going to have to stop taking Chantix. Which freaks me out a bit considering that the typical course is 12 to 24 weeks.
But I have survived worse than nicotine withdrawal.
I’ve been watching Tim Minchin to help me forget and have had a hard time figuring out which song to share today.
I’ve settled on Prejudice, since today is MLK Jr. Day. I want to make it perfectly clear that I’m not making light of prejudice. Particularly given the fact that apparently we are not much further ahead socially than we were in MLK’s day.
And neither is Tim. He’s satirizing it. And satire is not the same as making fun.
Satire: noun. the use of humor, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people’s stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of contemporary politics and other topical issues.
See? He’s not making fun of prejudice. He’s making fun of you!