Having a bone marrow biopsy to look for other reasons why I'm not making red blood cells was supposed to be a simple, in-office procedure. Despite their other deficiencies, my bones are apparently very hard. The nurse practitioner tried for an hour and gave up, so now I have to have it done at the hospital, which means not eating and a driver. Fuck. It was also a pretty damn painful hour.
My hemoglobin is still perilously low, so I had to get a type-and-cross on the way home, and I'll be getting a transfusion at 9 a.m. New Year's Day. That is, you may recall, the way I spent Christmas.
Please may 2015 be better.