Low Platelets and A Very Important Question

My head begins to swim, my vision blurs and I find myself crying for random events.   They technically should have given me a transfusion today, but alas they have to get the platelets from Albuquerque so I have to wait until morning.   Apparently, nobody at the hospital has any kind of control over the situation and the fact that I could die in the meantime (unlikely unless I hit my head, then I might internally bleed) seems totally unimportant to them.   Really, this should be investigated by someone with a propensity for news and injustice.  

My housing situation is still being debated by a core group of people, as I speak.   The place I looked at today is available fully furnished, and totally lovely albeit a bit isolated, until mid-August.  Are people willing to drive 12 minutes north of Wild Oats to be a part of my support group....say if it's your day to help me or bring me dinner or if I need help in the middle of the night (rare, but it does happen) whatever?    I'll await your responses.