Me, whining

Yesterday was discouraging. First of all, when I went in for the chemo, after the radiation, it turned out that my platelets are low. The nurse had to fax the oncologist, who works in Brattleboro on Tuesdays, to find out if she could go ahead and give me the gencitabine, and he faxed back that she couldn't. So after spending as much time as I would have if I'd gotten the chemo, I came home. This isn't anything to worry about, by the way; I'd been warned that glitches like this happen as a matter of course during chemotherapy. The whole thing is a balancing act, and I just need rebalancing. However, that doesn't make me feel better about the situation.
I asked the nurse if there was anything I could do or take to bring the platelets up, but it turns out there isn't. I asked if this counted as do-it-yourself hemophilia, and she got rather technical on the differences. Her only advice was to go home and rest and try not to cut myself. So I did, feeling rather as though I'd failed Platelets 101.

Then I called the Orthopedics people about my brace, which after many adjustments still doesn't work. They decided that they should send the brace to the home office for major adjusting, which means that I'll be without it for about two weeks. Unfortunately, the pain of wearing the brace is nothing compared to the pain of not wearing it.
I just wrote and deleted several whimpery sentences about how unfair life is. But we knew that.