Drama That Never Ends

Well I was hoping for a relatively drama-free week. It didn't happen.
A week to the day that my Grandpa phoned us about Gramma, my Gramma phoned me to tell me my Grandpa is in the hospital. He was in an accident, requiring the jaw of life to pull him out. Click over to my mom's blog to read gory details if ya like.
I am seriously considering moving my family up there, as those two alone can't take full care of themselves, there's just too much for them to do.
My MIL was required to show up today to help with Mr's Immigration paperwork, as it needs to be done as soon as humanly possible.
We met with the Freedom head leader today, to discuss our involvement with the group. Something Mr found on a craigslist listing for groups. I have to admit the guy sounds like he's got my interests there, without me having to say anything at all, other than "Yes, I agree". Let's hope it doesn't turn out to be an occult. Let's hope the best nature of man comes out here.
I had to go to the ER lastnight. I was chasing D around the house teasing him about knocking him round with the vacuum hose. I was tapping it against my hand and caught a nerve on my ring finger. Consequently, I had a muffin looking finger that was turning gray. After two hours of trying to get my rings off, I finally called it quits and headed to the hospital for some help. The got me right in, and didn't even charge me for it. They didn't put me in a bed or anything, but just put me in a hall in a chair with other minor injury patients while they went in search of their ring cutters. It hurt like fuck, but I did a good job of not showing it to the gentlemen that I was surrounded by. My wedding bands are now just for show, and not able to go on my fingers until I have a job to repair them. My finger still hurts too, and is covered in a nasty purple/gray bruise.
Anyhow, just thought you'd want an update...gotta go make me some spaghetti now...