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By Clint Younts.

I don’t know how all y’all rang in the New Year, but I celebrated the holiday flat on my back suffering from a bad case of sciatica. While billions of folks celebrated the arrival of 2014 by sipping champagne and watching the ball drop in Times Square, I rang in the New Year with a mixture of prescription drugs and a heating pad. Although my pharmacist advised me to abstain from alcohol while taking these medications, I do believe I had one cold beer between doses. Folks, take it from me that unless you want to fall asleep at 7:30 p.m. on New Year’s Eve and dream of flying alligators and getting twerked by a sumo wrestler, then you should listen to your pharmacist.