Too bad I don't smoke. Well, actually, no it isn't, given the horrible health effects of smoking. Be that as it may, I wish I had a couple of these to have around the house for when relatives who smoke come over (photo below the fold):
Courtesy of the Singapore Cancer Society, and hat tip to Medgadget and Pharmagossip.
Of course, the Singapore Cancer Society also asks one of the stranger questions that I've ever heard:
Hmmm. I'd rather not answer that question, thank you very much.
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Because there can never be enough research to illustrate the positive impact of public health policy on people’s health, here’s another one. This one found that comprehensive smoke-free indoor air laws resulted in a lower risk of asthma symptoms and fewer asthma-related doctor’s visits.
Half of us in the US now live in cities, towns or states that ban smoking in public places, including restaurants and bars (it's nice to be more enlightened than Europe in at least a few things):
We sometimes treat them like second-class citizens. Or do we? Certainly smokers hate it when we force them out into the cold for a butt. Here in Michigan, we're thinking about restricting smoking in a lot of public places.
These days, pretty much everyone, smokers included, knows that smoking is bad for you. It promotes lung cancer (and several other varieties of cancer as well), heart disease, emphysema, and a number of other health problems.
When I read the headline on your RSS feed, my first thought was "finally you can communicate with your ashtray without the help of Scientology."
"Do you know your prostate" reminds me of the quack (IIRC an MD run amok) who cures disease by talking to his patients' stem cells (apparently you have to be very polite when doing so; they won't respond to direct orders).
"Do you know your prostate??"
In the Biblical sense?