I'd tell my doctor the truth. I drink a lot. A good week is only drinking Fri and Sat, recouping precious sleep everywhere else. I don't have many good weeks. In the back of my mind, I'd be nice if he did a quick look over of the 'ole liver.
I'd tell my mother, high end of social. Her father was famous for enjoying Happy Hour, her husband crushes the finest scotches, and 3 of her 3 sons can taste the difference between potato and grain vodka. She'll understand.
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