Finally remembered to ask my doctor for guidance on alcohol interactions with any of my meds. Nothing is a “not ever”, especially since on the rare occasion I even want a drink anymore it’s literally that: a drink. Now where’d that bourbon go…
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
Finally remembered to ask my doctor for guidance on alcohol interactions with any of my meds. Nothing is a “not ever”, especially since on the rare occasion I even want a drink anymore it’s literally that: a drink. Now where’d that bourbon go…