Took Edda this morning to the pediatrician. We talked a lot about her low platelets – she runs low, I run low, my mom runs low. It’s just how we are. But because we run low and are about to head into oral surgery, they wanted to draw blood again for platelet levels. Low platelets means that one could be at risk for extra bleeding. So I said if I’m going to go to the trouble to drive over to the lab, just throw that pregnancy test in there for me, OK? So we did.
The platelets are as high as I’ve ever seen for Edda – 110. (Normal range 150-450). And I guess she isn’t pregnant.
This evening we went to eat dinner at the retirement place that Bob and Katherine have a deposit on. They had given a free meal coupon to Katherine, so we tried out their food.
Jeremy wore Donald’s hand-me-down Cole Haan blue loafers.