The short story – my surgery was once again canceled. Want to know why? You’re going to have to read the long story:
But hey – I got one step closer to surgery today! I was actually scheduled. Then the curtain went up on my own personal shit show.
I went and got my blood drawn at 7 (fucking) a.m. I’m sure some of you little rays of sunshine don’t see that as a problem – but my fat old lady ass doesn’t care to be dragged out of bed that early. But the sacrifices we make ….
At around 9:30 a.m., I get a call from the hospital reminding me they needed a blood draw done, and I explained I had, indeed, had the blood drawn, and we should all be able to go on living our lives accordingly.
It’s about 3 p.m., and I still haven’t seen the blood draw results – nor, it turns out has the surgery scheduler, who calls to set up what time I need to be at the hospital tomorrow.
The scheduler also explained that he had checked with my local doctor’s office, who confirmed I had the blood taken early this morning and it had been sent to the main office for the actual testing. He called the main office and they claimed to never have received the blood. He called my local office again, who confirmed they indeed had sent it out this morning; and so he called the main office who finally admitted yes, they had received it but it hadn’t run it yet. (FFS)
I need to be there at 7 a.m. (what is it about that time?). Great, fine. He explains they still need the numbers but since my platelets were at 68 last week, I should be fine; and I explained I had also been taking a bigger dose of my eltrombopag, so my platelets should be really good.
Ah, the bliss of ignorance.
About 5:15, the numbers finally come in.
My platelets are now at 37.
No surgery for this fat old lady; and I can’t blame anyone except my own stupid body.
No, I don’t know why my platelets took a nosedive.
That’s the nature of the disease. The platelets are going to do what they’re going to do; and logic and medical science be damned.
The surgeon’s office will talk to me tomorrow.
Who the fuck knows what happens next – certainly not this fat old lady.
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 
Oy. Never gets easier does it.
Apparently not.
Sorry to hear the surgery didn’t go through.
Just very frustrating.
Sorry to hear about all these issues. If misery loves company, I can tell you my brother is having these same issues while he is in the hospital. How do you lose drawn blood in a hospital? Sheesh!!!
Whoa – if I was in the hospital and they lost the blood – I’d be thinking of going to another hospital. That is scary! Hope your brother is doing better now.