I had flashbacks about drinking and heat stroke reading that post. It was the defining moment of my downward slide although things got much, much worse. Eleven years ago I decided to get back in shape and went jogging at 7:00 a.m. when it was 90 degrees and sunny and humid. I was hungover. I was never so wretchedly ill in my life. I should have gone to the hospital but didn't. I had horrific anxiety and panic attacks for the remainder of that summer. I couldn't eat but sure could drink still. I was in outpatient treatment by that fall. And I still kept drinking for another ten years. Quit while you're ahead.