I went to the doctor with something similar. Stress or whatever, right?

I shit you not, his advice was: “if a whiskey doesn’t cure it, come back next week”. Then he gave me a book recommendation for some kind of weird male toxic pseudo psychology self help. I never bothered getting the book after reading the synopsis.

The next time I went to the doctor, the doctor had been replaced with a woman who actually listened to me.

I guess the whisky worked.