I wanted to stop smoking for no good reason except it was time, and I knew about a secret weapon. I knew about Zyban.
Zyban was marketed in 1969 as an antidepressant for clinically depressed patients because the side effects were less severe, but I have also heard it was first marketed as an antipsychotic drug. At any rate it had something to do with brain waves, but doctors noticed that patients stopped smoking while taking the drug. Now days it is prescribed exclusively for smoking cessation, although I’m not so sure it doesn’t have antidepressant qualities because it does tend to mellow a person out.
The routine is you take two pills a day, but keep smoking and pick a stop date 10 to 14 days distant. I chose a 10 day date and a 14 day date. At the my ten day mark and still smoking I panicked, and hid the cigarettes. If I wanted one, I first had to find them. On the 14th day, I stopped although I wasn’t sure I wanted to. The first day was the worst, but each day was easier. Seven days after I officially stopped smoking, I had a cigarette with my morning coffee to see if I still wanted them. It was like licking an ashtray, and I had to go brush my teeth.
I’m fairly confident I am smoke free because the cigarettes are in plain sight, and I just walk by with no thought what so ever of smoking one; however, I have dropped the Zyban down to one pill a day because I don’t want to be so mellow I am found dancing on the freeway in my underwear.
The real secret weapon is twofold. It has to be Zyban and not a generic version, and you have to want to stop smoking. My husband who really didn’t want to stop is still smoking, and something tells me I will have to one day pry a cigarette from his cold dead fingers.