I have a nice buzz 50-70 percent of my waking life, when you throw in weekends and work holidays. I can’t be sure, but the world just seems…nicer…more pleasant..and a hell of a lot more entertaining when you’re just a smidge tipsy. I may perish from cirrhosis, I may get hit by a bus, or stabbed by an irate patient (they are 4-5, I can probably take em). But, I’m gonna live just the way I want to live, and my life is full, abundantly full, of love. And wine. Those are not interchangeable, but go great together. I love you, my friends, my family. I am grateful.