RatbikeJack

When i was 21 a man in a car overtook on a blind bend (while speeding) at night and hit me on my motorcycle head on coming the other way.

Broken femur, opposite tib and fib, broken hand, dislocated shoulder and all my front teeth smashed (they crunched together).

2 years later still recovering. He got a few points on his license and a small fine (120 quid).

Luckily he was insured and i'm british so it didnt cost me a penny in healthcare. 2 years off work and counting though... Should get a huge insurance payout, enough to perhaps buy a small house for my wife and kid outright

Child isn't born yet, and my wife is the poor creature who had to look after me.

PTSD and adjustment disorder make me a total arsehole. I still seeing a shrink, can't sleep through the night without ptsd nightmares waking me up, then i can't get back to sleep - near 2 years of partial sleep deprivation and counting now.

It was a combined speed of over 110mph. I was in a wheel chair for 4 months, with metal pins sticking out of my left shin. On the night if my accident they basically replaced most of my right femur with a titanium rod because i apparently left so much bone behind on the road. I was fully conscious and very very cold throughout the accident all the way until the double shot of morphine they gave me in the ambulance because they were horrified that i was still awake.

Then they took a bone graft from my hip and put it in my leg which left me in out-loud screaming agony for weeks.

Moved on to a cast and crutches after about 6 months. 1 3/4 years later i'm walking almost normally and can jog lopsidedly for about 3.5 minutes on the totally flat ground of a treadmil (not possible on even slightly rough ground, too unstable). Both walking and jogging cause great pain in the hip that has the metal femur implant and aching knees.

Another problem keeping me from returning to work is that i've no sensation in the skin of my thumb (nerve damage), restriction of movement and pain at the base of my thumb where i've got bones grinding because they healed wrong. I had just finished my degree in human biology and graduated 2 weeks before the accident late 2011 and was set to start working in a lab in cambrige.

Even with all my injuries i had my bike replaced in the first month after the accident and was able to transfer onto it on my own from the wheelchair and ride after 3 months. I just wrapped a towel around my lower leg and frame/pins because i had to cut my trousers up to fit and didn't want the rozzers to have a fit over it... It also helped keep the cold out (it was march with freezing temperatures and metal pins going into your bones act as a heat exchanger, chilling you from the inside). Attending local rallies with metal pins and a frame sticking out of your shin causes a bit of a stir.

Rode 150 miles to a mates house for a small private biker Do in his garden with a cast on my leg... and i got married and went on honeymoon to italy with it on (cut the cast off for the wedding because the bones were almost finished uniting and i couldn't get my suit trousers over the cast).

Now with my hand, hip and knee pain i still ride 300 miles to rallies up north (got one in a few weeks). Have to pull over every now and then for a rest but my bike is a gsxr1100 sportsbike and the seat is less than comfortable on the arse anyway.

As one of my friends put it; "Man's gotta ride, you have to respect that" when a few of my other friends called me mental for attending a local rally with a full over ankle and knee cast and sleeping in a tent for two nights.

Don't let this shit get you down. You're alive so keep on living.

I can post pics of my scars as proof if anyone wants to call me a faggot. Had to take em recently to give to my solicitor as yet more evidence of injury, pain (largest one on my thigh is incredible painful under pressure even though i have reduced sensation in the skin of my entire thigh (it's the scarred muscle tissue underneath that's sensitive) disfigurement.

Yeah it really fucked with my head because i was conscious the entire time until they dosed me with morphine in the ambulance.

In my dream i feel the lurch in my stomach as i went airborne, so realistic.

I hit the guys windscreen backwards and my spine was saved by a tin of roses chocolates in my backpack (christmas present from my nan, it was late december)

Don't let it get to you. Brains just do retarded shit sometimes.