I'm praying for you, man. Perhaps you could even see some type of purpose in this...you did nearly die and something kept you alive for a reason.
There's an inspiration waiting for you in all this; you may not be able to see it now but on down the road you will be glad for this experience. The cliche is so true that what doesn't kill you, DOES make you stronger!
If my experience is anything to go by,
you will recover, and
you will get over this, even if you are not quite the same person as you were before.
Now to my story.
A week before Christmas 1996 I was a front seat passenger in a Nissan Micra when it was involved in a head on collision with a Ford Escort Estate. The police later said that the combined speed of the two vehicles must have been in excess of 120mph!
I was trapped in the car with two broken legs, a broken pelvis, torn spleen, and a 16v engine on my lap for an hour and a half, merrilly bleeding away before they were able to cut me out.
I was rushed to hospital, and a police escort rushed my parents in to see me, as I was not expected to survive the night.
God only knows how long I was in surgery, but by the time they had finished patching me up, I had effectively had a complete blood transfusion throw in, 44 units I believe it was! I then spent 12 days in the Intensive Care Unit.
It was not until New Years Eve that I 'woke up', and it was almost February before I was properly conscious/sober - Morphine has strange effects when its administered continually through a drip.
Whilst I was in hospital I contracted MRSA - one of those hospital superbugs that are now becoming rampant. This gave me pneumonia like symptoms leading to a collapsed lung to add to my injuries, which also included some head and face injuries. The most noticeable of these was the loss of my four top front teeth, though some might argue that it was the head injury that had led to a personality change.
During my stay in hospital there were many 'scare stories', such as the first week when I was surviving on a day by day basis, to the obligatory might never be able to walk again, and I'd never be able to return to uni.
I was nearly three months in Hospital, and did return to University after ten months. I can walk just fine, have had my front teeth replaced with titanium roots and porcelain crowns, and if you met me in the street you would never realise I had been so close to death unless I told you about it.
During the whole ordeal,
I never gave up - It was not my time to die.
My aim was to get better, and to graduate from uni, and I fulfilled that.
The long recovery process, followed by the drudgery of completing my studies taught me one thing - that I had been following the wrong path. I wasn't studying for a degree in Engineering because it was what I wanted, it was more a matter of following the crowd into further education, and doing what my parents always wanted me to achieve. Beyond Uni I had no interest in a proffesional career or 'city job' in stuffy suits, and commuter hell. I had no idea what it was that I did want to do, and I still don't know, but it wasn't that. There is nothing like a near death experience for causing you to re-evalute your life, and make any necessary changes in direction.
Out of every bad experience something good emerges. For me this was a six-figure compensation payout some four years later that has payed off my student debts, and allowed me to take the last six years off. In your case it sounds as if that is not on the cards, but trust me. Sometime down the line you will get your reward and then, looking back, you will be able to see that your accident, bad as it was, was
not the end of the world.
But remember,
Life is precious and can be taken from you at any moment, so be thankful for what you've got, and enjoy yourself whenever you can.
) and had no leg for 3 - 4mths and that really opened my eyes as to whats it like without the use of a limb. I cant imagine going through what you have....
). Considering how serious this accident was, I think you came out pretty good. 
