My Life in trouble

 April 16,2006. Just another day, drinking my beer, minding my business. Wife pissed off again, Oh well. Early in the evening, I started to have some stomach pain, nothing serious but agrivating. I thought maybe it was something I ate, or just gas. I tried a few things, 1st try to make myself throw up but nothing there. Well I suppose another beer will bring on a big burp. Good beer but didn't work. Maybe I just need a good crap. Nothing there either. Maybe one more beer will fix it. This went on all night. I had lots of beer, couldn't sleep becaue of the pain. About six in the morning, just after my LAST beer,I said to my wife, maybe I better go to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, the pain was so bad I was in the featle position on the seat of the car. Finally got to the hospital. We went to emergency, whe they seen me, they took me right in and started doing tests. By this time I was moaning uncotrolably. Doctors put in intervenus and started pumping the morphine into me. The Doctor came back and asked me how much I was drinking. I told him twelve beers a day, my wife interupted with oh you don't drink that much. With the morphine coming and being in the state I was I said it again 12 beers a day, through the week, on weekends I really started drinking. The Doctor left. At this time I was almost out of it, and a lot of it I don't remember. The Doctor came back. I had myself prepared to hear that my liver  was gone, but instead he said that he suspected pancreatitus. I think I was  relieved to hear it, and I remember thinking maybe I'm going to make it. From there on for about 3 weeks i was in and out. A lot of it I don't remember, and my family said I don't want to remember because of things I said and did. My family stayed at my side, always wondering if I was going to make it and so were the Doctors. The first time I woke up I remember being so thirsty. My wife stood outside my hospital room, not letting anyone in to see me.