The following conversation is not 100% guaranteed accurate. But it’s pretty darn close.
Sib. 1 My doctor said my gall bladder was the most diseased one he’d ever seen.
Sib. 3 Mine was worse…I was in the hospital for over a week
Sib 3 Besides that, my scar goes from here (breast bone) to here (hip bone) And they had to move my ribs to even get to it.
Sib 1 Well, but you’re not walking about with metal plates and rods in your body
Sib 3 Yeah, but I had a hysterctomy when I was only 24
Sib 1 I had idiopathic thrombocytopenic purpura
Sib 3 So did I, plus I had scarlett fever
Sib 1 I’ve had both thumbs operated on
Sib 3 I had carpal tunnel
Sib 2 I had an ovarian cyst that grew long blond hair.
The blond cyst wins every time.
That wasn’t a conversation between octogenarians–it was 3 sisters–65, 50 and 48. In fact, the only octogenarian at the table has always been blessedly healthy. But between us, the children have probably had close to 40 surgeries. It’s not that we’re unhealthy either…stuff just happens.
You have to understand that this hospitalization one-upsmanship was on the heels of a discussion of putting various pets to sleep. Plus one where a niece annouced that she wanted her grandmother to buy a boat they could both live on–seeing as how they’re both unemployed and all. A discussion of unemployed vs. retired followed.
I don’t know what other families discuss around the Easter table. Maybe pretty dresses or the morning’s sermon.
As for us, you just never know…and that makes it interesting.