There's nothing to tell you, there's nothing to sell you

I found out that the problems referenced below probably mean that I have trouble processing sugars, so until the problem gets worse, I shouldn't eat them too much. This includes alcohol, one of my best buddies.

"Dude, this sucks," I bitched to Boyfriend. "What am I going to do, be sober all the time?"

Boyfriend turned his head away and shut his eyes. "Oh, Dear God, help us all," he prayed.