A good friend had a bad Canadian Mist habit. Hairy fugker, we called him the gorilla in the mist 😂
Drank his pancreas to a pulp. The booze led to pancreatitis that led to the beetus. It sure didn’t take long. Poor bastard doesnt drink at all anymore, eats veggies, runs everyday and still has to shot himself with insulin and check blood sugar seemingly every hour or so.
I’d go get a blood panel done up and looked at by a physician. At least then you know if your stuck drinking Becks NA for the rest of your life or if it’s just a bit of holiday over exuberance.
Ain’t nobody wants the beetus.
