I've been moved

Spent the afternoon crying about being transferred because lack of help at homes. I had a bad night before it. SOmething popped in the knee last night but didn't hurt too much. BUT it was a source of anxiety. I cried and carried on until a) they reassured me it was okay b) they gave me anxiety meds and in the morning I Had a new pain so bad the narcotic couldn't touch it. No one knows why.

Also the site of the healing hematoma is now hard like a rock but no one seems to care about that either. Nor the pain behind the knee and no one bothered to check. Its like your pulses are fine so you're fine, which okay maybe.

Learned today, I didn't just avulse the head of my fibula. I have lightly comminuted fractures of the tibial plafond and of the femoral condyles. This is the kind of thing you see with a fall from a height or a car crash. What the hell? And I have good bone stock.

I find out the home doesn't have something I need which is going to result in me having to call for nurses every other hour and lots of joustling my leg but no one cares about that but me apparently. I hate health insurance interfering with proper care

I'm at the home. it's 1000 degrees in here. Even the EMS workers who dropped me off commented on it. I do not like this. I am most unhappy and frightened