A little over two months ago, I also suffered a serious accident. I dislocated and broke my ankle in three places (a trimalleolar fracture). I was out of work from five weeks, ended up with blood blisters all over my ankle, had two surgeries, mountains of painkillers, and I still can't walk. I probably won't be able to walk unassisted without an ortho boot until sometime in September, and that's assuming everything goes well.
The villain in my story? An oily little puddle that I went through on my bike. Maybe the new tires I'd put on that didn't have quite as much grip as I expected.
These Modest Mouse lyrics come to mind always when I hear about someone being hit by a motor vehicle. “Easily fuck you over”.