I had trouble sleeping right after my liver transplant. I was in the hospital for over a month, and would fall asleep all the time throughout the day, making sleep harder at night. My body was exhausted and rebuilding itself at the same time…

I’m feeling stronger, somewhat more stable. My liver and kidney numbers are in the normal range for the second week in a row. My red blood cell count is still below normal, but not too bad, and same with my hemoglobin.

I’ve been putting together a list of the research and writing about liver transplantation that has helped me the most. It’s very short so far, but I’ll keep adding to it as I see new things of interest. I would love recommendations.

I’m still feeling better, though some days are better than others. Yesterday I was feeling a bit better and drove down the hill to Staples to buy some bubble wrap. I wanted to get my car washed, but the line was long enough that I didn’t stop.

I’ve been home from the hospital for about a week now, and I’m finally starting to feel a little better. I was there for about a week, and had four rounds of thymoglobulin to treat the kidney rejection. Each round was either six hours or eight hours…

I’m home from having a kidney transplant. Everything went as well as possible, and the new kidney is doing great. My numbers are all coming into place, and most are already in the normal range. My creatinine is…

I’m now about nine months out from my transplant, and while I thought I’d be much jauntier by now, I’m still hobbling around. My recovery has been slow and all over the place.

I had a lot of hallucinations and saw a lot of things that probably weren’t there when I was sick. When I first got to the hospital in Santa Barbara I was feeling okay. My stomach bothered me off and on, but I mostly just had yellow skin, and otherwise felt and acted normal.

Yesterday I had trouble getting around. Everything hurt—my legs, my hips, my ankles, wrists. We went to my aunt and uncle’s for a graduation party for my cousin about two hours south. It was great—I just didn’t feel good.

A few days before Christmas my older sister and her two kids came to visit from up north. The night she stayed with me she launched into me after her kids went to bed: “You need to see a doctor! Right away!” I had no idea what she was talking about.

I’m 45, and I rarely thought about having a serious illness before my liver issues. I’ve known for a long time that something will eventually get me—that happens to all of us, hopefully in old age—but I didn’t see anything affecting me in the near future.