It’s 1365, I live in a fishing village in Southern Europe. One day, while going to retrieve a catch from the river, my foot slips and I tumble down the embankment; when I come to I find I’ve been carried home, and can no longer feel or move anything below my waist. How doomed am I?

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I have a couple of earlier answers that might interest you:

If you've got people around willing and able to carry you home, you're in a relatively good place already. Of course, it would be even better (from a medieval point of view, before the era of disability rights and universal accomodation as an ideal) if you're Christian and have a saint looking out for you...