You’ve dodged a bullet there, Thrill. An acquaintance about my age (and similar drinking amounts scarily) ended up with cirrhosis and was basically a dead man walking until he had a transplant a few weeks ago. That’s a whole new journey into check ups and taking immune whatever pills. Plus I’d struggle with the emotional hell of having another person’s liver in me. The survivors guilt would consume me.
But hey, Thrill, you and I and a lot of us will never need worry about that now. I’ll always see my acquaintance as a parallel version of me, but by luck, I stopped before getting to that stage (as you now have).
We’re the lucky ones, Thrill.