I called my sister yesterday morning. She was in an emergency room. I tried to get her last night, and there was no answer.
I found her this evening in a room recovering from bowel surgery.
"I'm dying," she complained.
"Don't say that!" I said. "You don't mean that. Do you?"
She'll recover, but she'll be in the hospital for five or six days, then out of work for three or four weeks. She was pretty well out of it, so no more details.
UPDATE: She's making sense now. I will go to Dallas on Monday to stay a few days.