Stuff
So mom called me the night before last to tell me that Jennifer (the bitch sister) had fallen off of a ladder at work and broken her arm. She was in the hospital in Concord, and was going to need surgery, since the damage was extensive. I wasn't all that upset, since a) we don't get along, and b) it's just a broken arm, she'll live, right? Well apparently it's more severe than that. Once they went in to do surgery they found that her elbow was shattered, and they replaced it. Holy shit. Now I feel bad, and I'm a little worried about her. She doesn't deal well with injuries, and this is going to keep her out of work for a while, she'll have to do physical therapy and all that fun stuff. This wouldn't be all that big of a deal, except for the fact that she just started working for this company a couple of months ago. I hope that workman's comp will cover it all, and I hope she'll be able to return to work for the same company without penalty. She can't afford to be out of work, and my parents can not afford to support her again, because they've been helping me to get back on my feet. I really shouldn't feel guilty about that, because they've supported her financially for most of her adult life, but it really bothers me, and I'll be even happier now to not need their assistance so that they can give her a hand if she needs it.