Originally Posted by SSP

Physically, not too bad...I'm off vicodine, but still taking ibuprofen (and prescription antibiotics). The swelling and pain have decreased to tolerable levels, and most of the wounds have stopped oozing. I plan on going in to work today for a meeting (they were going to have to cancel it if I couldn't show up).

Mentally, I'm still pretty upset...maybe more so from thinking about it over and over.

I'm upset with myself, because I feel like I could have possibly bailed out to the right if I'd had my usual level of 360 degree situational awareness. Upset that my friends and (especially) my girlfriend had to witness such a scary accident. Upset that my daughter had to get a scary phone call from her brother informing her that "Dad's been hit by a car". Upset that the truck driver didn't just back off the accelerator for 30 seconds or so until the road straightened out enough for a safe pass. Upset that the truck driver had to go to the hospital too (I checked, and he was not a patient there on Monday morning). And upset that once again my training plans for this year have been disrupted (I just recently recovered from a running-related stress fracture of my fibula).

I guess it's a case of second guessing and, "Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda". All part of the healing process, I hope...