Hospitalized by NASH!

Hepatic encelphalopathy, i.e., confusion, apparently mild.  My mind jitterbugging on the altars of entropy --  I forgot I was going cold turkey from pain patches (Duralgesic.)  It's been five days now,  and I can sleep without waking up  in a space ship.

Nash is not a get out of  a jail free card.  It's still liver disease, and bacterial ammonia in your gut will do nasty things to your illusions of Selfhood.