Where the hell have you been?!

Sorry for the unannounced blog-cation I took, but things have been kind of heavy the last 2 weeks. Work is crazy and friends and family are full of drama. Sometimes it happens...

What's worst of all is I'm a fretter. I worry. I do it really well and stuff has come up in the last few weeks that truly accentuates this character trait in me.

First off, Handsome's sister moved to California to support her boyfriend as he goes through video game design school. I'm all for following your dreams, but boyfriend doesn't exactly have the strongest work ethic. He'd rather smoke pot than follow through with a dream. And really, video game design? Does that sound as economically realistic to you as it does to me?

I feel like a bitch for thinking that way, but I worry for Handsome's sister. She just graduated with a teaching degree and neither of them have jobs. They moved to California, which just so happens to be completely broke. They are renting a room from a guy they met on Craigslist, but never met in person. (See, it just keeps getting better and better).

Our friend group is divided down the middle of whether she'll come back with her heart broken...

Worse than that, my own sister was just diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. She'll be 25 in a few weeks and my beautiful, talented, intelligent sister is having to deal with a very tough disease. She wanted to be a nurse for as long as I can remember and she graduated third in her nursing class. She's been an oncology nurse for the last 2+ years and has loved it.

It really feels unfair that she may not be able to continue that career that helps so many people. She'll be partially protected under the Americans with Disabilities Act, but they will probably take her off of floor rotations, which sucks since patient care is what she loves the most. But, if you have a disease where you randomly fall down (which she does), lifting sick patients is not a good thing. Plus, the medication they want her to go on is around $3k a month. She doesn't even make that much.

Sigh...I told you...heavy, heavy stuff.