bear with me. im typing with only my left. night of nov 6th, i put on my brand new motorcycle jacket and pants. i went to eat sushi with akash and stuffed down 40-50 pieces. after, i went to the peck's to hang out for couple hours. then off to visit ole friends in the OC. well i never made it. i barely made it to the orange county line on the 57 south. all i remember was riding on the carpool lane and the next thing i remember i was lyng on a stretcher looking up at 10 surgeons and bunch of bright surgical lights shining down on me. after, i fell unconscious.. 2 days later i wake up and see my friends and family around my bedside. i was at UCI trauma center. i had tubes everywhere on my body. 2 chest tubings coming out from each lung, one down my throat, one up my nose, one up my ureathra, one from my upper chest going straight to my aorta, one near my hip to the other main artery, and a bunch of IV's on my left arm. i also had bandages on my lower left leg, and a cast on my entire right arm. it turned out i had broken my right femur in 3 pieces, my lower left tibia broke and punched thru the skin, broke my right forearm, shattered my right elbow, and my right humerous. internally, i lacerated my liver, punctureed my right kidney to the point that it stopped working, collapsed lungs, broken ribs, broken right shoulder blade, and lost 50% of my blood. i was pissing blood, breathing on a ventilator, and blood was emptying out of the lungs still. my right arm had a 2 foot incision just to relieve the swelling. i didnt even remember the impact but the police report wrote that i slammed into a parked car on the carpool lane going 75mph. i shouldve died, amputated things, been in paralysis, but i guess i have another purpose in life.

i was in surgery for 9 hours where the surgeons actually told my parents to call close friends and family due to the fact that i may not make it. my brother bought a flight down from san jose and made it down in 3 hours in the middle of the night. my whole family literally broke down when they heard the news. they were glad i woke up to eat my breakfast on the 3rd day. for the next 5 weeks i was recovering in the hospital. out of those 5 weeks, 4 were spent in bed. i got to watch all the college football, i was updated with the news around the world, still watched all the smallville and OC episodes and spent the most meaningful thanksgiving in the hospital. being in the hospital for that long could be one of the most depressing things for someone like me, but to have friends and family to visit me on a weekly basis helped a lot. i would like to thank all those who have visited or called and sent their thoughts out. you know who you are and i appreciate it.