I shall tell you about how I gave up smoking.
It was August 1989 and I was 5 weeks pregnant with my first child. At the doctor's I asked about hypnotherapy and was given the name of a local practitioner. I made an appointment and went to see him. "I'd love to help you," he said, "but I'm off on holiday next week and I think you'll need three sessions. However I have a friend who's really very good - why don't you give her a call?"
So a couple of days later I rang her, only to be told, "I'd love to help you but unfortunately I'm off on holiday tomorrow. However why don't you try this chap? He helped my husband and he's really very good."
So, I rang him. The first thing he said was, "Actually, I'm on holiday at the moment but I can make an appointment." Which we did. The he said, "Do you really want to give up?" And I, truthfully, said that unfortunately I still enjoyed it but I knew I needed to stop for the sake of my unborn child. "I can't possibly help you then," he replied. "I've had people with advanced lung cancer crawling to me on their hands and knees begging me to help. Unless you really want to stop like that I can't do anything for you." We had a ding dong argument for a few moments at the end of which I slammed down the phone having told him what to do with his appointment.
That was at 4:45pm on 8 August 1989. I haven't smoked one single cigarette since, ever (and I was a sixty a day girl). So he was really very good and incredibly cheap.
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