Help sid walk again

Last night, I was hit on my motorcycle and left for dead on the side of the road.
I just got out of work after a long day, about 1:30am. Some guy turned left, right in front of me. For a brief moment we were so close I could see the terrified expression on his face. He bumped into me and I went down. I heard him speed off as showers of sparks led me to a drainage ditch. A couple minutes later, a few good samaritans picked up my bike and pulled it from the street. None saw the accident happen.
The adrenaline made me unaware of my injuries. Sitting on the curb, I thanked the guys and said I would be fine. Then I was alone. I somehow hobbled to my bike and was able to get it started. I traveled 54 miles on a mangled bike and a broken leg. I made it into the house and tried to sleep . Woke up covered in my own blood. Marking a splint then heading to the hospital. Im grateful to be alive. The next few months will be grueling. I'm not the kind of guy who likes to ask for help but I could really use some right now.