When I moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico in 1969, I occasionally continued to smoke some marijuana, but it was kind of scary, you know, because I could have gone to jail. So when I found out that I could get a "buzz" from wine, I stopped the grass and had an occasional glass of wine. It helped calm me down and it was legal. Years later I discovered Kahlua and Vodka--Black Russians, yummm.
However, in 1977, shortly after I got married, I had several grand mal seizures in one day, went to the emergency room and was sent 100 miles in an ambulance from Bisbee, Arizona to Tucson where I stayed in the hospital for a week getting tests. Of course, the verdict was epilepsy, and I had to start taking phenobarbital every day. The doctor said I could not drink alcohol and take that medication together.
I have always felt that this was a blessing in disguise, because alcoholism could have been a problem for me since I have an addictive personality. Of course, now that I am now a member of the LDS Church, alcohol, illegal drugs, and smoking are no-no's, and that is fine with me. I wasn't really into them anymore anyway.
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