Are you a seriously burn injury survivor?

My names Rick and I survived an 85% body burn, given no chance to live. This happened in 1987 and I'm going to make comments about recovery from time to time and I would like to hear from others with similar experiences. I plan to be as helpful as possible by adding links and anything I can find that might help someone recover. This is what happened to me.

I'm living in Mountain View, California; it is around three o’clock in the morning, March 8, 1987. I'm in bed asleep. I woke up to find my room was on fire. I thought I was dreaming. Not until I stuck my hand near the flames and felt the heat that I realized I wasn’t dreaming. I broke out my bedroom window, not just opening it, which would have been the best thing to do. I’m sure I was in complete shock and not thinking clearly. I then hesitated on the ledge, debating which was worse, the two story drop or getting burned. What I didn’t realize was while debating the jump I was getting burned. After jumping out by holding on to the ledge and then dropping to the ground, two girls covered me with a blanket. I was in shock and incoherent and can’t remember much conversation if there was any conversation at all, until the ambulance arrived. I can remember saying “I got out and I’m alive, I should be OK, right?” Then one of the ambulance attendants said I shouldn't be as sure about that as I could still die. I thought the ambulance attendant telling me I could still die was a cruel thing to say. I can’t remember much about the ride to the hospital. I arrived at the emergency room and they drugged me. Thank God for that. The only thing I remember clearly is screaming in pain as they washed my body so they could apply medicine to my burns. Everything after that is a blank until I woke up with a tube down my throat, making me unable to talk and I was in extreme pain. I was quite delirious for sometime, maybe the first three days. All I can really remember is a lot of pain when they changed my bandages. The doctors contacted my family and told them if they wanted to see me alive they should come right away. My family was told that I might live for five days. My parents were in Ireland, but they were found and came home when told the news. When I saw my family they looked very distressed and I thought that was because of my condition, which in part it was, but what I didn’t know was that the doctors and nurses had told them I had only five days left to live. I had been burned eighty-five percent. Sixty-five percent were third degree. Maybe three percent of people survive burns like I had. The most fortunate occurrence was my survival, which was not expected to happen and all the predictions of my imminent demise, proved wrong, by my beating the odds. Now comes the hard part, recovery. This process took over two years before I started feeling a little better about myself. My doctors were amazing.