I'm in guys.

Really long story. Short version.

In the middle of unloading a 28 foot Uhaul, Dave has Dr appt. Incision is red and hard in a circle around it. Incision is 8" long.  Dave calls from hospital. They are doing emergency surgery.

Kids are drenched from 24 pack of water bottles they just poured over their heads.

Furniture is still on. Son is sitting down having a 'break'. Tattooed Love Puppy is sitting down having a break. Cool Dude (brother in law that I love dearly) is sitting down having a break.  My best friend Twiggy and I are working our asses off.

I am a BIT snippy.

So, I tell them all get off your fucking asses and unload the truck, Daddy has to have emergency surgery and I can't f'ing even hear him.

Dead silence.

They unload.

I stress.  Call MIL and ask her to go over to hospital.  Tell son to go and get my car which Dave took to hospital.

Unload truck.

Dave calls, they are going to try some sort of needle aspiration under the CT Scan machine.

It works. 70 cc of infection is removed.  Antibiotics are started.

Truck gets unloaded.

I didn't collapse.

Furniture is in. Kitchen mostly unpacked. Bed is set up. Everything but a few boxes is in garage, waiting for me to bring in, one box at a time to unpack between Doctor appointments, kids counseling appt's and karate.

Pool is up. Lopsided but UP. Filled. Kids are out in it.

Life is good.