Weiyu Lin

I wrote this post on September 11th, 12 days after my accident and the day on which I was discovered to have the blood clot. I had just returned from the hospital by myself on a wheelchair, having just being told this new terrible development. I felt bitter about it all:  Getting around on a wheelchair is hard, but it is the easiest part. It is even the fun part, getting pushed around and always having a place to sit. Having a blood clot is hard; positioning the leg vertically brings so much pain that I may just pass out. But I could handle it. I just need to find a way to pee while keeping my left leg horizontal. And to perform an injection on my stomach everyday. Money though, this is getting really hard. I am still expecting the remaining b ill that my insurance company cannot cover, which will crush me like a foot on an ant. But even this, I could find a way around. I just need to accept more works from more professors; in few months, I could clear the bill. But what i...

I was going to clean my room. This is my first day at the residence and I just bought all the cleaning gears on my way to the dorm. I could already see my residence just downhill. While inside my head, I was distracted by my ambition to get as many things done as possible on my first-day return on campus. That was when I did not realize I had hit a steep slope. Or rather, I had realized how steep it was, but this caution was only a pas sing thought, quickly replaced by a misplaced curiosity to know if a skateboard could handle such a slope. So when the skateboard slid over a ledge on the pavement, it was rocked out of balance completely while I reacted, in a mili-second, by jumping out of the board. Skateboard flew out and hit the ground swirling few circles. And I was in the mid-air: my leg, hip and ankle were stretched apart all in different directions while twisting in an impossible angle. Then I landed, first on my left foot then on my left knee. Three junctures i...