I'll grant that these facilities are probably very busy, and there are so many processes that have to occur, but the organization seems so haphazard.

Ginger, I'm sorry. That is a lot to have to deal with in one day when you're already feeling badly.

The hardest part is that I've discovered that when my hemoglobin drops below 9, I lose higher brain functions. It's like trying to think when you're really stuffed up and have a fever.

I wanted him to see me as a competent grown-up. I’m not sure he ever did.

Oh, I absolutely know he did. Invisible friends knew this, and he most assuredly did.

I've actually gone out and done stuff nearly every night this week.

This is wonderful! It is so very often easier to not do stuff, but a much better plan to make the initial effort.

I sic'ced the oncologist's office on them and got the appointment for tomorrow.

It is ridiculous that you have to fight for the care you need when you don't have the energy. Still relieved to hear you got the appointment. My frustration with the hoops you need to jump through is massive; I can't even imagine your level. I so wish I could magically send you strength for the battles.

Yay Hil! That's fantastic.

And Ginger, that's terrible :( It seems like the word "cancer" should really just open every door, make every appointment for the day and time that you are most able to get out the door, and eliminate all the BS red tape and hassles. Is there anyone we can beat up for you? Any palms or gears that need greased?

Oof, Ginger. That's just so wrong. Erin's right. Cancer should at least be a free pass from anything stressful and unpleasant that's not actually the cancer and its treatment.

Ginger, that's rough. I hope the next transfusion goes more smoothly and that the gastroenterologist is at the top of her/his game.

Connie, I don't really know what to say that wouldn't end up some ridiculous lecture on the nature of love and grief. Neither of us needs that. So I'm just going to skip it. In spirit I'm sitting quietly with you.

A guy just messaged me on OK Cupid to tell me that he thinks my profile is cool, and it would be great to know someone who could help him with his math classes.

::headdesk::

Actually, his first message was just, "I need a math teacher." Then, two hours later, he sent one that said, "That came out wrong," and added that he thought my profile sounded cool, and asked some more about something I'd mentioned in it, and that he could use some help with math.