So This is Christmas?

I am so tired. This week has not been good for me. My dad was in a car accident on Monday and then this thing with my sister. My dad is fine (minor damage to his truck) and my sister is keeping her head above water. Me, I feel like sleeping. I feel like going home to my kitties, plugging in my Christmas Tree and sleeping until January 1st.

I am having a hard time concentrarting today at work. I have a TON of work to do and all I can seem to do is stare at my computer screen.

I feel selfish. After all it is not my body. I am not the one with something in my body that does not belong there. I am not the one who is expecting more tests and more doctors examining me. I am not the one who's husband is being irresponsible, stressful and not showering. I am not the one who recently had a lump removed from her breast. I am not the one in the middle of some of the most important interviews of my life. I am not the one who just on Monday was in a car accident. No, I am the one who is over protective of her sister and seems to worry about things she can't control.

So here I sit. Waiting for 4:30 to roll around. Worrying about the things I always do; money and my loved ones because my mind is like a whirlpool and things are just whipping around in there. The faster they go, the more tired I become.