Houston, we have a problem—maybe

TL;DR: We're still going to the hospital tomorrow (Monday) and still planning to have surgery.

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We went to the hospital on Thursday for a presurgery workup. It was not noteworthy, except for the fact that they took blood.

Our wonderful nurse practitioner, Katie, said someone would call us Friday with a surgery time, but if they didn't, we should call between 2 p.m. and 5 p.m., and she gave us a number to call.

When do you think I called? (Go ahead, think about it. I'll wait.)

Right. 2:00 p.m. I didn't even wait for 2:01.

The woman who answered the phone said the nurses were looking at the schedule now and would get back to us between 2:30 p.m. and 4 p.m. If you ever feel like time is moving too fast, I suggest waiting for a hospital to call you back. Time stops.

Around 3:30, Katie called—but not about the surgery. About Vic's platelets. They're low. Normal range is 150–400. Vic's were ... 53.

Subtopic: About platelets
Platelets are tiny blood cells that help your body form clots to stop bleeding.

Can you imagine what happens if your platelets are low? You bleed. If you're having surgery, bleeding is not desirable. Low platelets can scuttle a surgery. This was not good news.

Long story short (it's already too long), Katie ran around on a Friday afternoon trying to find out when we were on the schedule, what Dr. Song wanted to do about the low platelets, and generally just trying to get us squared away. We love Katie. She finally reached Dr. Song, who is determined to do the surgery. Vic's surgery wasn't going to be until the afternoon anyway, so they decided we would go to the hospital early, recheck the platelets, and if they are still low, they'll give Vic an infusion of platelets and check again. If they are still low, they can do an infusion during surgery.

No one made it sound like a very big deal, so that's nice.

SO! Surgery is still scheduled for tomorrow, but no time has been set yet. Just keep us in your thoughts all day. Cuz what else did you have to do with your brain on a Monday?

And what did we do this week?

Well, Vic laid with Bella in the sun.

We went to Summer Lobster at The Palm on Thursday. If Vic isn't going to be able to eat decent food for weeks—or months—we're having lobster! (No, I know, this is not a picture of lobster. It's just me, dressed up in anticipation of the lobster. But now that I mention it, I wish I had taken a picture of the lobster.)

And, yes, more eating. I received a box with these goodies in it from my peeps at work. What was so meaningful about this was that people often send flowers when you're in the hospital. Fine by me—I love flowers! But again, if you're not going to be able to eat decent food for weeks or months, getting treats before you go into the hospital is just next-level awesome. Thank you, Ogilvy family!

And that's it for today! Thank you, as always, for your continued blah blah blah all the mushy stuff. 💖