I was wrestling with that idea as I walked from my car to the house just now. My entire life, (since I was 15 or 16), I have been plagued by an arrhythmia, usually PVCs. But you know what, they came and they went. It was hell when they came, and heaven when they went. When they went, I could drink coffee to the point that I would apologize for talking so much. I could drink alcohol, mmmm. I never did smoke, probably a good thing.