I’ve been an incredibly tolerable drunk. I’ve never been angry, I keep it light, and as far as I know people kept hanging out with me because I was actually funny.

Still your whole world kinda hits the brakes and balances on the two front wheels when you see the term ‘echogenic liver tissue’.

It’s not liver disease -yet- and I had already been curbing it for a while, but after Covid and my Dad dying(he sucled too for the record, totally not worth the excess) I didn’t really keep track of the fact that I was ‘refilling’ any time I had less than a whole 6 pack at home ‘just in case I want more tonight’ for about 2 years.

Alcoholics can be shitty people for sure but now I’m just mad at myself because I’m fat and have poor coping skills.