I'll tell you one thing. Other than the weather, today was miserable. Mother's septic system backed up and I was buried in books when I hit the
thrift store and that was before 7:30. By 8AM, I hoisted
three LARGE containers of books on a hand truck that I thought was going to break when I lifted it. It survived but I didn't. An hour or so later I felt the muscle that didn't like my effort and 4.5 hours later I could hardly move.
However,
three scotches later I felt no pain and I still feel okay (not good, but okay). The danger is in the dose.