She's nowhere near as public as I am, so I won't go into details. But she is in the ICU, hopefully to be transferred out of IC and onto a different floor where she'll just be highly monitored. She fell drastically ill yesterday, and though they've given her the immediate treatment she needs and she's currently considered stable, they've not been successful at getting her heart rate back down to normal, and they are concerned about some other things, so she has a few more procedures coming up, hopefully all much less invasive than yesterday's.
Yesterday's upsets me. It was terribly painful, and Ali's not used to medical procedures anyway - and they wouldn't let her husband stay with her. Concerns about maintaining a sterile environment. Me, I would've said "so scrub me in." So would my dad. But it wouldn't have occurred to Ali or her husband that they could ask for that, so my sister, who is so young for her age that I literally can never remember her age off the top of my head and have to keep revising upward starting at 27 (she's 32; she still feels 17 to me), had to be afraid and alone and in a lot of pain.
She will be okay. But my parents are out of the country, her husband isn't awesome in a crisis, our grandmother is the opposite of helpful, and I am so far away; some of Mom's friends have come to help, but they can be a lot to deal with. I have told them I'll come if they need me. Ali says she'll be okay, but she sounds shaky. So.
Damned lack of TARDIS.
Anyway. Good thoughts, please? Healthy-body thoughts? Because yeah, she drives me up the damn wall sometimes, but she's still my kid sister.
EDIT @ 6:30pm: She had to have another procedure, but at least she's out of the ICU and in the room on the monitoring floor - basically a level of monitoring between ICU and a regular room.