TIFU by asking my neighbor to grab my packages

I (33f) and my husband (34m) live in a little suburban neighborhood. We got really lucky when it comes to our neighbors. Every so often when we are out of town, or if they are, we will grab each other's deliveries. Sometimes we've even brought back little treats or things from vacation. (10/10 would neighbor again. I will be super sad when we move one day.)

Now, like your average millennial, I spend probably too much of my disposal income on Amazon. I usually every 2 weeks will make a purchase on stuff I need/want in the house. I try to line it up with my paychecks, so I don't spend too much and go in to credit card debt.

So on this particular order I probably had about 10 items. Cotton balls, nail polish remover, some new earrings, etc etc. But in particular I saw a really cute cheap set of lingerie that I wanted to buy. I also finally saved up to buy a mini steam cleaner vacuum so I could do some deep cleaning around the house.

Now! Because I had ordered so many items at once, my items were being delivered on different days. No worries, we have Amazon prime. I live close to a warehouse. I work from home. We mostly stay home. We got this.

Except for, my husband has been dealing with stomach pain on and off for the past 9 months. It has been noticably really bad for the past 3-4 months. He's had "the tummy rumbles" and "stage 4 gurglies" for the past few days. His family has a medical history of, politely put, "bad guts". (Which in all honesty is part of why he refused to see a doctor. He blamed it on his "bad guts").

Now, I love my husband to pieces, but the man does not go to the doctor. Ever. He also likes to claim he never gets sick. Alas.

So Saturday morning rolls around and he mentions "if my stomach hurts this bad tomorrow I might want you to take me to urgent care."

Alarm bells. My husband never wants to go to a medical facility. He always teledocs. I tell him we're going right now if he's even considering it, that means it's bad.

(To be fair, he grew up in a house with parents who were medical professionals. He only goes if he really needs to. He isn't anti doctor.)

Roll up to urgent care and one CT scan later: my husband is now being transferred to a hospital for a surgery consult to now possibly get his appendix out as it is infected and inflamed. His surrounding organs are also pretty inflamed and a bit swollen, so it's a tricky situation. We got to urgent care around 11 am. At the hospital around 9pm. Still waiting, still waiting, surgery? No surgery? When are we gonna see the doctor. Etc.

It's now Sunday am and we're still waiting on a definite answer as to how this is going to go. I get an alert from Amazon in the mean time that my steam cleaner has been delivered. We live in a pretty safe neighborhood, but, this was a bit of a purchase and it wasn't put in an Amazon box. I didn't want my steam cleaner to be sitting out in front of the house for someone to come by and swipe it. I quickly message my neighbor, explain what's happening, and she says that it's not a problem, she will get it for me. Thanks neighbor, you da best!

After some consults with doctors and surgeons my husband is now not getting surgery. We learned this weekend that the appendix can apparently disintegrate itself in a situation like this with antibiotics after a long period of getting inflamed and infected. Isn't the human body amazing?

We're getting discharged, follow up appts, the whole shebang, etc. By the time we finally get home it's now about 6 pm and we are wiped. On the way home we grabbed meds and groceries so I could make sure my husband was comfy and has good snacks while he recovers.

It totally doesn't even dawn on my that my neighbor picked up my package because I am just exhausted. I was up til 1 am the night before in the hospital waiting. Plus sleeping on a hospital sofa in the room with the nurses coming in to check on my husband. Ya girl was spent. So out comes my neighbor, her husband, and her two kids (both younger than 13) to give me my packages.

That's right. Packages.

Not one. Two!

You know what I didn't get a delivery alert for? That really cute lingerie I bought. You know what was clearly labeled on the outside of the package as it also was not in an Amazon box? That really cute lingerie I bought. You know what was in a semi transparent bag? That really cute lingerie I bought.

The kids were actually the ones who ran next door to grab my deliveries and came in laughing and asking what it meant. After a slightly embarrassing and very funny Convo, I get my things. Thank them. Apologize for scaring her children for life. They laugh and said it was a good chuckle all afternoon. The husband admitted he misunderstood, thought it was a delivery for his wife, and a present for him, and then was sad when it turned out to be mine.

All in all, kind of the exact laugh we needed after being in the hospital all weekend. The real kicker?

🥲 The lingerie didn't even fit and now I gotta return it.

TL;DR - I asked my neighbor to get my Amazon delivery when I wasn't home thinking it was only one item. It ended up being two items. One being lingerie. Neighbors kids were the ones who grabbed the deliveries. Everyone had a good laugh at me.

I ain't mad. That's just life! Hope you all laughed as much as we did. 😂