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I was riding my bike this Friday and suddenly blacked the fuck out when I woke up to EMT's hands on my body and a lady firefighter telling me that I'm gonna be okay, and that I was in an accident.
I apparently got rear-ended, flipped over the car, and the driver just bailed. I recieved pretty superficial scrapes and bruises on my left side, I "degloved" a portion of my scalp about the size of a milky way bar, and fractured a vertebrae, but the doctors assure me it's stable.
Thanks to some eyewitnesses they caught the guy that did it, but a friend of mine assures me that if this isn't a repeat offender, a trial is probably a ways off. What's more disappointing is that the first person I asked the doctors to call was my dad, and his reaction was to send my brother, who in turn told me that my dad said things like "I deserve it" or "this is God's punishment".
Basically, he's gone off the fucking deep end.
Right now I'm looking amongst my irl friends for a place to say, as no one stays in my house long enough to take care of me for the one-month-minimum of recuperation needed in the brace. Since I don't have insurance (application is in for Obamacare tho), no job, and no money, it feels like they're scooting me out of here asap. Apparently I'll be home by Monday, so I'm frantically working to set something up before they send me packing.
I just wanted to make this thread for emotional support, and I'll keep y'all updated about my condition. I still can't believe I'm alive. Wasn't even wearing a helmet
