Carl Cox
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joined Nov 2004
Look, I’m dealing with a pretty similar situation than yours.
I used to be someone who only drank socially—just the occasional beer or glass of wine, never hard liquor because I can't stand the stuff. But lately, "occasionally" has turned into "frequently," and suddenly I'm drinking whenever I'm out, and even starting to do it at home too. At first, my conscience was absolutely screaming at me ("Admit it, Jessica Ramos42, you're becoming an alcoholic"), but I just kept going anyway.
On top of that, I've been feeling this pain in my liver area recently—though, honestly, I interpret it as my brain (not my liver!) trying to warn me that I've pushed things a little too far. I've been wondering what else it could be—assuming it isn't actually my liver. Given the stress levels at work, I thought maybe it's an ulcer or just some irritation in the lining of my stomach? Because, just like you: I haven't been drinking nearly enough over the last couple of years to develop actual cirrhosis.
There's another part to this story: my mother passed away from liver cirrhosis, and she was an alcoholic. She had been drinking for as long as I can remember—starting with just a glass of wine or beer after lunch, then moving to more frequent drinks; eventually, she was constantly buying booze (or sending me to the corner store to grab it). Besides the beer and wine, there was always some kind of hard liquor sitting around the house. Sometimes a bottle of spirits would last a month, and then I'd notice they were buying them more and more frequently. My dad wasn't an alcoholic—he'd have maybe two beers a day for about 30 years. I don't call him an alcoholic because he rarely went overboard; he just genuinely loved his beer and never drank specifically to get hammered. Mom, though... her doses kept climbing, and then she started mixing it with hard liquor—I think that's when she shifted toward drinking just to get drunk. It took about ten years for her to go from one glass of wine a day to a whole bottle, and another ten years where she started combining everything.
During her final year, she started losing weight at a terrifying rate.
Then one day, we noticed she had turned completely yellow. I asked if her liver was hurting, and she said no. To make a long story short: she ended up in the hospital and died within a month and a half.
So, from what I've seen, cirrhosis doesn't just happen out of nowhere—her doctor explained that the liver first swells due to the alcohol and fatty foods before it finally transitions into cirrhosis.
My decision is simple: I'm cutting out all alcohol entirely and avoiding greasy foods. I'm going to monitor how I feel for a month—by then, both my "liver" pain and my conscience should hopefully settle down.
If the pain persists—then I'm heading straight to the doctor.
I wouldn't recommend experimenting with anything other than quitting the booze (that certainly won't hurt). I might be talking nonsense here, but I figure it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on your stool color too—if something is wrong in the digestive tract, it usually shows up there. You want to make sure it isn't black or bloody (which isn't necessarily a sign of cirrhosis, but it definitely indicates something is off).
Also, stick to lighter foods—maybe something just really irritated your system, who knows.
I don't think you need to panic, but I'm genuinely curious to hear what a medical professional would say about this!