I have DGAF. No pills or therapy can be prescribed. It is a tough. Can only hear what I want to, Can only see when I want to, Can only listen once in a blue moon. This condition has cost me three marriages and working on the fourth. It has cost me dearly in personal relationships throughout my life. The only relief seems to be fast bikes and beer. So I carry on in my life of misery. It is tough but somehow we keep going on. At 59 years old the conditions are getting worse. Now the only thing that seems to matter is making the bike faster and drinking more beer. I wish that they would find a cure for DGAF but not one seems to be interested. Only a small percentage of the population seems to be afflicted with this condition. It is so unbearable at times. The long rides to relieve the symptoms at times are almost unbearable. The pains and ache from the long rides is almost as bad as the disease itself. Oops there for a minute I thought this was dear abbys my bust.
Live to ride ride to live to hell with the rest of it.