Z's fine, but how are you?

 Srsly, this is all getting a bit much.  It started with M's planned foot operation, so just a bit of hospital driving there.  But that friend hadn't had quite enough drama and became bored after a few weeks, so she climbed on a stool to put something on top of the wardrobe ... and then couldn't get down, so she jumped.  One foot in a splint and a surgical boot, the other knee in a brace.

Another friend had a new hip after a fall, more than a year ago and it's never quite been the same since, but she somehow jarred the other hip and now can hardly walk.

Mother of the bride in the Mexican wedding back in March has broken her hip.  It was the smallest fall, but an awkward landing and she has been in hospital for a fortnight, because she already had other complications, as well as very low blood pressure.

Friend in America has a dropped foot, following some nerve damage during a tricky back operation (that op was a success, but recovery is taking a while).

Kent schoolfriend fell off a stool while hanging up the washing and hurt her wrist, which had been broken while she was in Italy earlier this year.  It's okay, she's had it checked, but she's bruised and in pain.

Then it got worse, because my friend who had a stroke back in February has died.  It was unexpected, though his condition had deteriorated in the past few months, since he left rehab.

And a friend of Wink's, down where she used to live, died today.  Zellah must have been at least 90, but she always seemed to be at least 15 years younger.  Wink saw her back in the summer, after a break of a few years, which she's glad of, but she's very upset.

Wink is hoping to visit her Indian friend in the spring, but the daughter says, carefully, to buy a refundable ticket.  So we're rather bracing ourselves.

We're fine, thanks for asking, but it's all getting rather nerve-wracking.  We're wondering what the next bad news will be.