"No need to be.  Let me prescribe for you, as a physician." Jubal looked him over. "Son, you look as if you had been under considerable nervous strain.  Now we could alleviate that with meprobamate but since we don't have that at hand, I'm forced to substitute two ounces of ninety proof ethanol, repeat as needed.  Any particular flavor you prefer to kill the medicinal taste?  And with or without bubbles?"