While I'm at it, I'll throw in this little tidbit of information. Take it as you will.
My father owned health clubs when I was growing up. I played racquetball competitively for a little while. We worked out together as a family. ha! Funny to remember that now. Took long hikes on the weekend, did all sorts of aerobic exercise, didn't own a tv until I was 9 or so...
Point being, I was an early adopter and long time partaker of physical exercise. Did NOT stop the disease from taking over my brain, body and life.
Dad's still extremely active. His hobbies are other people's careers and most of them are physical. (His most recent? About 10 years ago he decided to become some sort of sailboat captain and now teaches--teaches!--sailing at the USNA in Annapolis. Every summer he takes a bunch of plebes or whatever they're called, [second year students] and sails them in a race to Bermuda on one of those super-fast sailboats.) He rides, he shoots, he swims, he pilots, he skis, he has a 40-acre second home that he cares for himself. His golf game is pretty damn good, too. And he walks.
Oh, and he makes a ton of money simply so he can afford to do whatever he wants. So he works really, really hard. And he hasn't worked for anyone else since he was about 30.
Guess what else he is and always has been? An alcoholic. His dad was an alcoholic. So was his mom. His mom's dad was an alcoholic and his dad's dad was an alcoholic. So is my brother.
Baclofen. It's unique. And dangerous. And a miracle. To equate that life-giving, possibly soul-crushing change with any other is to misunderstand the whole thing.
just sayin'
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