Friday, May 4, 2007

Addiction

Someone I love very much has a problem. An addiction problem. And I've known about it for quite some time, yet turned a blind eye. Sometimes we just don't want to admit the worst to ourselves.

This sweet person is kept up at night - yearning for the one thing she does not need. She will sneak, con, and manipulate in order to get her fix. She is "using" way more than she should be. It is starting to get out of hand.

That's right.

Hannah is addicted to Band-Aids. She will go through about ten Band-Aids in the course of four minutes. She combs her body, like a monkey searching for nits, hoping for any sign of a scratch that she can smother with Barbie's smiling face. It doesn't matter if it's a microscopic, healed wound - she must cover it up.

I cannot afford her expensive habits. It is time to cut her off.

The madness stops. Now.

If she can't quit cold-turkey, I'll have to get some Power Rangers Band-Aids. Surely, the thought of something boyish will help to quell the monster inside her.

The time has come for an intervention. Heaven help me when I take away the pink Barbie Band-Aids from the Princess.

Heaven help us all.

7 comments:

Annie said...

Great post! Poor Miss Hannah...withdrawal from the rush of band-aid use is not going to be easy. Love the picture of the band-aid wrappers littering your sink. :)

girlymama said...

Hilarious!!

Is she like my princess who insists on leaving the band-aids on until they fall off? (attractive!)

gab said...

We have a BA addiction problem here as well...but I guess adults don't understand the magical properties hidden within the adhesive strip.

Kristi said...

We had those exact same band-aids exploited in such a manner a few weeks ago. And when I cut the bejeepers out of my finger...nothing. They were gone.

Bridget said...

Ah, I love it! Around here its Ethan who is addicted to Batman/Superman/Power Rangers band-aids. They are now stored on the highest shelf in a laundry room cupboard. Conveniently hidden so when minor injuries occur we are 'just all out right now.'

Heidi Ballou said...

I can't get Lucy to touch a bandaid! What is that? A three-year-old who's biggest fear is a bandaid? The worst part of the shot, is the bandaid, "take it off, take it off," & then the crying stops. Weird. The worst is when she is really bleeding, needs a bandaid and she's crying more that the bandaid is on rather than the cut. Luckily she can handle "sporin" or Neosporin. Hopefully she won't get gangrene.

Holly said...

I feel your pain. Annelise is convinced that Dora or Seseme Street band-aids are the answer for everything.

Good luck with your intervention!