I hope my posts in that thread don't appear to make light of your situation. At the time, it seemed much cooler, and not so close to possible death or catastrophe.
I know how it feels to not give too much thought to something when it happens, but then realize the possible magnitude hours or days later. I once fell off a ramp and landed on my back, with a piece of rebar sticking up from a deck piling, between my torso and my arm. A couple inches either way, and it was hospital, possibly major surgery, maybe death, but instead it was just bruised ego. It took a couple days for the closeness of that to really sink in and freak me right out.
Walk it off. Maybe take a day off just to prove to yourself that money isn't everything. Once you have a kid, suddenly all your reckless decisions are magnified. Prior to having kids, they're just you being a guy.
If you need to take something from this, congratulate yourself for parking in the ditch. A wise foresight, and something that many people (me) would have refused to do. Sounds like it payed off, while others (me) would have gotten pasted.
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