I'm now 28, and after spending 8 years in a wheelchair, have finally got my act together and am walking around the place with a stick, just over the last couple of months. I still need a wheelchair for extended distances, but it's been amazing getting out of the chair, which I had been totally reliant on, and had become way too comfortable in.
I had like 9 operations I think after my accident, including putting a metal rod in my back and a metal rod in my right leg (which I badly broke, but which wasn't amputated), and had metal nails put in each of my feet (I smashed my right heel and my left (now no longer extant) ankle). The below-knee left leg amputation actually came a few years after my accident, as I had infection in the left foot which wasn't healing, and weight-bearing on the foot was never going to be possible (I got a second opinion).
FWIW, perhaps surprisingly, I still think psychedelics have their place, for some people anyway (and indeed I continued to use them for years after my accident, probably even more surprisingly/stupidly given my situation, although nowadays I steer well clear).
I was taking acid at least twice a week on average for the 6 months roughly leading up to my accident, the most I ever took in one go was 14 hits, and I became an actual real live solipsist (I didn't think anyone else was conscious), and actually was a solipsist for pretty much every day over 5 years, including the period of heavy acid use and the years following my injuries. Not thinking the world was real is what made me think 'I don't have a brain that can be damaged by drugs, I might as well take as many as I want', and I was really of that mentality. Literally. Although I'd always been big on drugs anyway.
I had seen so much weird shit in the throngs of LSD hallucination, and witnessed so many bizarre synchronicities (which still weird me out to this day, although I accept they could be coincidence and nothing more) that I just couldn't believe the world around me was real. I think the solipsist thing may be even rarer than my accident and its circumstances (e.g. Extremely bloody rare).
I've completed a year of university, doing my degree in Philosophy and Theology, and intend to go back into 2nd year in September. I'm currently on methadone for pain relief, after they prescribed it after an initial prescription of OxyContin proved disastrous (I was just crushing them up and snorting them every day for a year). I have got a legitimate need for painkillers, and was howling with pain frequently for years after my accident, although thankfully pain so bad I'm screaming has now stopped being anything like as frequent. I mainly suffer unpleasant neuropathic sensations, itchiness etc., (and this does extend to some phantom pain/sensation in my missing leg).
I'm working hard to cut down the methadone, and have come down from 240ml/day (a huge dose, which was accidentally prescribed (they accidentally doubled it from 2 doses totalling 120ml to 2 doses of 120ml while I was in hospital) to 7ml a day. I hope to be off it completely by the end of the year (the last 10mls are meant to be killer, and I've been on it for 8 years, so I'm not in a huge rush).
So not exactly the urban legend of 'guy takes acid and jumps off a car park', but not far off! (I wasn't actually intoxicated at the time, but rather going through psychosis, and was actually on day leave from psychiatric hospital when I jumped, (and had actually told the psychiatrist I was suicidal) and was so used to seeing faces in the ground etc. after taking that much LSD, that I was still seeing them in my peripheral vision for a few weeks after, up until my accident). Sorry if this is way too long for an AMA, but thanks for reading!
My Proof: a picture of my prosthetic with my Reddit name written next to it was the best I could come up with...