Really Down for the Count

I got t boned two blocks from home on Monday. A meth head hit me right at my driver's side door, doing 9000 dollars in damage. She was out of her mind and told me that she could get my car fixed in 45 minutes.  She bailed after getting agitated in the ambulance, and bailed, leaving me with a deductible, a bloody forehead, and what is likely glass embedded in my foot. The last one really sucks since I can't put weight on my heel without extreme pain.  Part of me wants to write something eloquent, but this bullshit doesn't need any more attention than it has already gotten.