It's my 21st this month. This weekend was my chance to celebrate. It never FAILS to amaze me how utterly, woefully, wilfully ignorant my generation is as regards alcohol consumption. Sure that apple sourz shot is fun, that tipsy feeling, the triumphant shoe wobble and giggle that denotes the start of a good night; it's fun, its a bit rebellious and liberating. But units-wise? Three or even four times time a week (during the vac, don't even get me started on uni termtime) the guys will go out and drink 4-5 lagers as a (pre-lash) ending up with maybe 2 or 3 pints then move onto the club where mathmatical ability is left along with bags and coats in the cloakroom. This is ridiculous, 70-80 units a week! HOW. And my female friends are as bad, having maybe 8-10 drinks in one night, every week, often two or three times a week. One even keeps a vodka stash in her car 'for emergencies'. It seems no destination is possible without ethanolic fuel.
I don't criticise my friends, snatch the drinks away. Is this wrong? I'm a medical student and in ten years time these people are going to be my problem. At the moment I fetch glasses of water, I'll sit holding hair out of the way of projectile vomit. But soon its gonna be about ordering liver transplants, noting cirrhosis let alone the little accidents that happen under the influence. I don't think people appreciate the damage they're doing. Whose job is it to make them?
Tell you one thing, god knew what he was doing when he figured livers should regenerate ^^
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