Everyone is happy with the Chantix-related actions of late, barring certain free market institutions and taxation entities. Well, everyone except the one person who is taking the drug. It really has little to do with the cessation of smoking and more to do with the side effect of the side effect. The Mrs. and I determined this quite by accident the other day, and after the last few days, I may have proven the theory correct.
Which, by the way, really bites it big time.
See, we have determined that the cause of a good share of the gastric disturbances may well be blamed in part to an interaction of Chantix and alcohol. Actually, both of us have a slight recollection of hearing some report on the same, yet we aren't sure where. I guess I could look it up, but I would rather look forward to the end of the Chantix. Giving up smokes is one thing, but giving up booze makes me sad. Next thing you know, I'll have to give up hoarding.
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