Rolled my truck alone on a back road at night — still processing what happened to me
I don't really know why I'm posting this. Maybe I just need to get it out somewhere that isn't my family's group chat, because every time I bring it up my mom cries and I end up comforting her instead of dealing with my own stuff.
It's been about ten days. I was driving home from a late shift on a rural two-lane road — one I've taken probably a thousand times. A deer came out of nowhere and I swerved. The shoulder crumbled. My truck went sideways down an embankment and rolled. I don't remember the actual rolling. I remember the deer. Then I remember being upside down, or at least tilted enough that it felt that way, and not being able to figure out which direction was up.
The weird part that keeps replaying in my head: I was totally calm. Almost eerily calm. I unbuckled and kind of fell/crawled to the passenger window, which had shattered out. I remember cutting my palm on the glass and not feeling it at all. I just kept thinking get out, get out, get out.
I made it to the road and flagged down a pickup maybe ten minutes later. The driver stopped and called 911. I sat on the asphalt and stared at my truck while we waited. I couldn't even feel scared yet.
At the hospital they found a cracked rib, a mild concussion, and soft-tissue stuff in my neck and shoulder. They sent me home the same night.
Now I'm home, sore everywhere, and the fear is hitting me retroactively — like my brain delayed it. I also have zero idea what to do about the truck, the medical bills, or really anything. Anyone been through something like this?