Alcohol
I am frequently confronted by the question: Why are you doctors so down on tobacco
compared to alcohol because alcohol is a lot worse? The short answer is that moderate smoking went out with the
Indian peace conventions. The long
answer is that the vast majority of smokers are addicts; only a small fraction
of users of alcohol are addicted. In
one way of looking at it, everybody gets about one drink per day of alcohol
because of fermentation in the intestines.
So most of society’s experience with alcohol is not with addiction. It is unique in that it is simultaneously a
drug and a food. When yeast ferments
sugar to alcohol, two grams of sugar yield one gram of alcohol. Of the eight calories in two grams of sugar,
seven persist in the one gram of alcohol.
As a young physician, I was fortunate to meet a
very conscientious AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) member who offered to help with
any patient for whom his services seemed appropriate. I was skeptical of the AA dogma that alcoholism is an inborn trait,
but so what, because he was a big help to my patients and to me. Later, I read in the medical literature of a
Scandinavian study of adopted children of alcoholic parents. As adults, these children’s use of alcohol
was much more similar to their biological parents than to their adoptive
parents. This points to some good
advice about moderation to the children of alcoholics.
Still, the sharp distinction between problem
drinkers and normal people is not entirely valid. The social context of drinking does make quite a difference
also. Consider drinking on shore leave
by Navy recruits. Those destined to be
alcoholics only become recognizable on return to civilian life. I had an alcoholic friend in high school who
stopped drinking after a serious alcohol related auto accident. Sixty years later, he was able to have a
little sherry wine with his wife without relapse to uncontrolled drinking.
Some of the very virtues of friends and relatives
of problem drinkers inadvertently contribute to the problem by their ability to
mitigate the consequences quietly without complaint. In the 1950s, I wondered how a heavy drinking farmer patient
managed to be so successful in spite of his drinking. I stumbled on the answer when I made a house call to treat him for
pneumonia. As I was leaving, I stopped
briefly to be friendly to a man in the barnyard whom I assumed to be the hired
hand. He turned out be the bachelor
brother of my patient. They had farmed
the home place together since youth. It
was apparent that the brother was doing the lion’s share of the work virtually
(and virtuously?) without complaint for decades. Later, I learned that the sociologists call these people
enablers. Part of the art of medicine
is identifying enablers out of context (in the doctor’s office) and giving them
constructive counsel. In essence, this
counsel is that if some authority figure is working on straightening out the
imbiber, don’t get in the way with excuses to otherwise explain some alcohol
related lapse. Especially if the
authority figure is the drinker’s employer, don’t interfere. The employer is, far and away, the most
effective authority figure for this straightening purpose.
Another lesson from a patient (it is called the practice
of medicine for good reason): I had
seen this man for executive exams over a period of years. He is older than I and still healthy. One year, he had an extra optimistic bounce
to his manner, about which I commented.
He replied that his wife had stopped drinking. It turned out that his grown children had been on his case for
years that he should do something about mother’s drinking and he had always
said that he could do nothing about it (most of us aren’t that smart). Finally, to shut his children up, he
arranged an appointment for the family, minus the wife, with a
psychologist. The psychologist
suggested that they take turns being the “bad guy” who told mother of all
recent adverse consequences of her drinking, but there was to be only one “bad
guy” at a time, and my patient was appointed ex officio, permanent good
guy. Within a few months, the wife
asked to go to a rehabilitation center and never drank again.
Getting back to the context of drinking: occasionally, I have suggested with success
to men who want to cut down on their intake of alcohol to try drinking only
when they take their wives out to dinner.
The French have the highest incidence of cirrhosis of the liver in
Western Europe. The Italians have the
lowest as do Jews in all countries. The
common denominator between Jews and Italians is that their drinking is a family
ritual and the patriarch pours all the drinks.
For most of us trying to use moderation in our use
of alcohol, it seems that the context of drinking trumps any inherited
trait. Incidentally, moderation is the
last thing you should consider giving up for Lent.
John A. Frantz, M.D.
Chairman, Monroe City Council Board of Health
January 7, 2002
`Phi
Beta Kappa Newsletter:
Here's
an Idea for a new intermittent department in The Key Reporter: Custom coining of new words by your readers.
I
have a candidate word for which I know the proposed meaning. This idea is probably spawned by my running
into "explornography" a couple of years ago. "Explornography" was coined in
honor of the Mt. Everest disasters of 1996.
It refers to a person with an obscene amount of money hiring someone to
take him somewhere that he has no business going.
My
need for another new word stems from planning a series of health columns about
habit forming drugs, legal and otherwise, from a public health point of view.
This
new word, "incarceromania", will mean spending an obscene amount of
money jailing non‑violent people for possession of a small amount of
(relatively non‑toxic) material for personal use. After all, most of them would make perfectly
satisfactory citizens or even parents except for being in jail. I hope one or more of your readers will do
better than "incarceromania".
When I use this incipient word publicly, I will describe its origin in a
footnote giving credit to the creator by name if desired.
John A. Frantz, MD
Junior
Phi Beta Kappa
Haverford College,1943