I received a phone call last night.

It was Sister-in-Law inquiring about my health. This was strange, nay a bit weird. Why was she worried about me and not her sister?

It transpires that I have another visitor identified out of the dozen or so readers – a Niece-in-Law [is there such a thing or is she just a Niece?] who is of course SiL’s daughter. This niece had read my mutterings about my nasal problems and had passed the glad tidings on, hence the concern about my health with ne’er a mention of Herself. Apparently Niece is a regular reader [welcome, Niece!] so I really have to watch what I say now.

Naturally I told SiL about Herself’s little problems, all about the dialysis and the Intensive Care and how she’s a lot better now and also how Herself doesn’t like her little health problems broadcast to the wide world [all twelve of you, or is it now thirteen?]. She still wanted to know about me though so I told her to read the Interwebs. But she doesn’t have a connection or any of these modern computery things [a very sensible woman] so has to rely on her daughter. I gave her the nutshell version and that was that.

So just to update my extended family, here is the news.

Tomorrow is Operation Day. Both Herself and myself go under the knife. Yes, the two of us, but in different hospitals. This is stretching the concept of marital harmony a bit but there you go. Herself goes into surgery in the morning [Kidney stones? Gall stones? Maybe both] and I take my turn in the afternoon where I still don’t know what they’re going to do but it’s probably something painful.

So there you have it.

I might even have something interesting to write about tomorrow or the day after.

If I survive.