Very long story; I'll be messed up for a while, but lucky to be alive

Thanks everyone. I'll continue the story now since I'm having a hard time sleeping.

The helicopter lands at U of C Med Center, from what I've heard they are one of the best trauma centers in the state. They unload me and wheel me into the trauma center. A team of 12-15 doctors and nurses start asking me questions and working on me. I don't recall how long this takes.

Throughout this entire incident, everyone keeps asking me about my helmet; I wasn't wearing one and everyone can't believe how lucky I am.

After I'm stabilized, they push me to a side room in the same area. My beautiful and wonderful wife shows up. My friends show up to see me as well. One of my buddies tells me that it looked like a big chunk of meat out of the back of my leg was missing; on the side of the road they discovered that the back of my left leg was cut to the bone behind the knee.

They wheel me to another side room in that same area. They tell me that my pelvis is broken in numerous places, my left arm is broken at the humerous, fluid from my knee cap is leaking into my leg, and my right ankle is severely sprained. They proceed to insert a borescope up my urethra to look for internal injuries to that area; fortunately, no damage found. They give me a catheter; I've never had one before, but it wasn't as bad as I had expected. Awhile later, they decide to put me into surgery.

When I'm in recovery, the doctor tells me that everything went well. They put a plate and screws in my left arm, they repaired the leak in my right knee and sewed the back of my right leg back together. I asked about the missing meat and he told me it was all there, it just needed put back together. He said that my pelvis was not as bad as previously thought; the left pubic bone is broken and does not require surgery.

They move me to an inpatient room. Over the next three days, my mom and dad, sister and brother in law, and wife visit me at hospital. Some friends from work also come by for visits. They issue me a leg brace and a boot.

On Sunday, they move me to a rehab center, basically a nursing home, but it appears to be a very nice facility. That evening, they unwrap, count all staples and sutures, and re bandage all injuries. I believe the front of the right leg has 20 staples, the back of the right leg has 30 sutures, my left arm has 30 staples, and my right ankle is swollen all around. I'm not allowed to put any weight on my left leg, due to the broken pelvis, no weight allowed on my left arm either. I can't put any weight on my right leg currently with the injuries to it.

I will be here for six weeks. Recovery will be slow, but they expect a full recovery. I will require more physical therapy after my release.

I consider myself to be extremely blessed. I could be dead, paralyzed, or be missing a limb. I am very thankful for my blessings.