BARBARA CORDELL

Imagine a normal Sunday: you wake up, get dressed, have some coffee, and drive to church with your wife. After church at lunch, the room starts to sway, you lose coordination, and when you talk, your words are slurred. You feel like you pounded a handle of hard liquor but you haven't had a drop to drink. In the ER, the doctor tells your wife your Blood Alcohol Content is through the roof, that you are an alcoholic and a liar. Dr. Barbara Cordell's...