I jumped out of a moving uber going 45mph while blacked out drunk

So the context is my (former) girlfriend invited me to a night out at the club. Im a binge drinker. I worked a 12 hour hospital shift, ran 12 miles (I’m an elite athlete with high metabolism who’s a little over a minute away from a US marathon Olympic trials qualifying time), and drove 90 minutes to make it to her place. Barely ate. I drank 2 cutwaters with her, and then we both Ubered to the club. At the club from what I recall, I had two more tequila shots with her. From that point, I have no recollection of what happened in between the club and ER. According to her, I became aggressive because of relationship complications we have had that I thought I forgave in my sobriety, but maybe I truly didn’t yet. I then jumped out of the uber going 45mph according to her for whatever reason and I don’t remember any of it. CT scan was normal, nothing but a couple scrapes on my face. BAC was .291. She broke up with me through text the morning after and said “fuck you” to my brother and sister when they were begging for updates on my status because I was unconscious. Please put in perspective on how lucky I am. I’m obviously going to forever change my relationship with alcohol and I’ll never be the same.