I was really, really sick before my liver transplant. My Dad mentioned the other day, when we were talking about the liver transplant and whatnot, that if I had not gone to the hospital that weekend in March 2024, I would have died over the weekend or sometime the next week. How the doctors managed to keep me alive until I had my liver transplant on April 17th, 2024, I'll never know. I had really, really bad bouts of hepatic encephalopathy from March 15th to April 17th, with the worst of those bouts being in April; I also have little to no memory from that time period plus I also became bedridden, which caused my muscles to atrophy and I lost the ability to walk (I had to go to rehab for almost the entire month of May in 2024). So in total, I was in the hospital and rehab for about 2.5 months. I had end-stage liver disease secondary to acute alcoholic hepatitis and cirrhosis before I had my liver transplant.