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Deryck Whibley From Sum 41 Almost Died From Drinking Every Day, Can't Drink Ever Again Or He'll Die

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Independent – This weekend, Sum 41 frontman Deryck Whibley announced that he is being treated in hospital after alcoholism “finally caught up” with him. In a post shared on his website, entitled Rock Bottom, he discussed how his addiction to alcohol had led to his collapse, sharing a series of harrowing pictures from his hospital bed. “Hey everyone, it’s Deryck here. Sorry I’ve been so m.i.a. lately, but I’ve been very sick in the hospital for a month and was pretty sick for a few weeks leading up to my trip to the hospital,” he wrote. “The reason I got so sick is from all the hard boozing I’ve been doing over the years. It finally caught up to me.” He told of how he was “drinking hard every day” until one evening he poured himself another drink and sat down to watch a film when he collapsed unconscious. “My fiancé got me rushed to the hospital where they put me into the intensive care unit,” he said. “I was stuck with needles and IV’s all over. I was completely sedated the FIRST WEEK. When I finally woke up the next day I had no idea where I was. My mum and step dad were standing over me. I was so freaked out. My liver and kidney’s collapsed on me. Needless to say it scared me straight.” The musician – who was once married to Avril Lavigne – can no longer drink as doctors have told him that if he has “one drink the docs say I will die”.

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Well fuck. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say he does not look well. Drinking heavy every day and then he just collapsed into an Alex Mackesque puddle on the floor and was unconscious for a week. A week! What a Tuesday morning kick in the dick. Can you imagine never being able to have a drink again or you’ll die? Would that be worth dying for? You’d probably end up dying not even on purpose, but just one day your eyes will lock in on that one savory beer from across the room and you’ll be so honed in on it you won’t even know you drank it til there’s IVs shooting out of your arms every which way again. So I guess the moral of this story is don’t marry Avril Lavigne.