Oh, baking, how incredibly frustrating! I can understand your anger, it is so infuriating when a seemingly simple thing takes so much effort to get sorted. Not what you need on top of everything else! Hugs x
flower and brummie - do cry. Scream. Wail. Break plates. Whatever you feel you need to do, do it. There is no right or wrong grieving, anything goes. And the more you let it out somehow, the better!
Mc is an incredibly isolating experience. Even your closest family members and best friends will only be able to understand so much, and as much as they might try, they might never 'get' it properly. And the people that have gone through the same usually keep it to themselves... Understandably. It is so different for everyone. I clearly remember how after my 2nd mc, I would get 'the rage' sometimes in a way that almost scared me! (Fortunately, I managed to channel it through gardening at the time, so no one got hurt).
And yes, you might feel dismissed - if not by healthcare services, then by your family, friends, work... They can't keep up, they don't know what to do/say, sadly we have to deal with the fallout by ourselves, most of the time. Like others have said, my family (or DH's family) never brings up the mc, asks how I am, what our plans are etc (apart from my sister). Most of the time, I'm OK with that, but sometimes, it does bug me massively. My mum can spend ages telling me all about her medical woes, but never thinks to ask about me.
It makes you appreciate when someone does make an effort, though - about 6 weeks after my last mc, I got a phone call from my GP (at 7pm), saying how utterly sorry she was that this had happened to me and to immediately get in touch, if there was anything that I needed from her. She didn't have to phone me, there were no outstanding test results or anything to follow up with, it was just a lovely and kind gesture, and I really appreciated it. Silver linings and all.