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I'm really debating on what to do come January. Finding a new roommate is pretty much the biggest hassle ever. I'm wondering if I should even bother and use the opportunity to move back to Houston.
Honestly I wish there was a way to live in both cities, Houston and Dallas, because I have good friends in both places.
On the other hand, one of my really good friends (who has Lupus) is finally getting his liver transplant in mid-December if things go well with his donor....who happens to be his mom. >< It's a little scary because I don't want my friend to have to have surgery, but I don't want him to have to go to dialysis 3 times a week anymore either. Really, the idea of him having a new kidney is a little exciting to me because of the fact that he won't be so weak all the time from medication and dialysis. I hate the idea of him being hooked up to a machine that funnels his blood out. But anyway he's here in Dallas and he doesn't want me to leave, and I want to be here to help support him during his recovery.
And...given what my schedule looks like for December, it'd be pretty much impossible to pack and move my stuff 300 miles after coming back from vacation the 23rd-27th.
But...I really REALLY hate looking for new roommates. I really do.
Also...it makes me sad that parents-to-be are often discouraged by their physician to carry a child with disabilities to term. I had a long conversation with a parent of a special needs child at work the other day on the matter. As much as I joke and tease about my mom's foster kids, they really are a part of our family and I don't think I could imagine life without them. They've enriched all of our lives beyond what we could've imagined...for anyone to suggest that their existence be reconsidered is absurd.
Honestly I wish there was a way to live in both cities, Houston and Dallas, because I have good friends in both places.
On the other hand, one of my really good friends (who has Lupus) is finally getting his liver transplant in mid-December if things go well with his donor....who happens to be his mom. >< It's a little scary because I don't want my friend to have to have surgery, but I don't want him to have to go to dialysis 3 times a week anymore either. Really, the idea of him having a new kidney is a little exciting to me because of the fact that he won't be so weak all the time from medication and dialysis. I hate the idea of him being hooked up to a machine that funnels his blood out. But anyway he's here in Dallas and he doesn't want me to leave, and I want to be here to help support him during his recovery.
And...given what my schedule looks like for December, it'd be pretty much impossible to pack and move my stuff 300 miles after coming back from vacation the 23rd-27th.
But...I really REALLY hate looking for new roommates. I really do.
Also...it makes me sad that parents-to-be are often discouraged by their physician to carry a child with disabilities to term. I had a long conversation with a parent of a special needs child at work the other day on the matter. As much as I joke and tease about my mom's foster kids, they really are a part of our family and I don't think I could imagine life without them. They've enriched all of our lives beyond what we could've imagined...for anyone to suggest that their existence be reconsidered is absurd.