Could I get your advice?

I have this friend. And this friend is a worry wart. And whenever she gets a tiny idea in her head it burrows in and starts to pick at my consciousness. I mean HER consciousness! Anyway, my friend has gotten this idea that a certain someone in her life is unhappy. Not only is she afraid that this person is unhappy, but she's afraid that this person will leave her. She's afraid of all this because she doesn't show any emotion when she talks about her skin disease. (What a coincidence!) But the reasons that she doesn't show any emotion anymore are so crazy confusing to a normal person that even I don't understand them. She really REALLY hopes that she's just worrying herself over nothing, which she does all the time so it's no big deal. And her and this certain person are supposed to talk about it tomorrow. What should I tell my friend that she should do?

In other more exciting news!

It is now the second week of my adventure which I'd like to call 'being in a relationship'. And it is so wonderful! He makes me smile and laugh all the time, and I can't even believe sometimes how understanding he is. He doesn't make me feel bad for looking different, and he tells me I'm beautiful all the time. It makes me feel like a 12 year old girl, but I've finally gotten to flip around my claddagh ring for the first time since I bought it and it makes me so ridiculously excited! I don't have to pretend to be normal, or like I even have all the answers with him. There's no better feeling than waking up in his arms and getting a kiss on the forehead and him saying 'good morning beautiful'. For all the wonderful things he's taught me already, and the things he's attempting to teach me, I think I'm already falling for him. So this one is for Sweetums, the best guy I've met in a very long time.

When things get truly scary

I've put off writing this blog for at least a week. I couldn't really place how I was feeling, and decided that everybody in cyberspace that's waiting with baited breath for my next post could wait a few more days. Even now that I'm sitting down to write it, I'm still not sure exactly how I feel. I found a new spot, and while this isn't a completely new experience for me, finding this one nearly killed me. It's on my right arm. While that may not seem like much it means a lot. It's only about five inches from my wrist, and that's the scariest part of all. I finally have to start figuring out how I can live my life with limited use of both of my hands. Everything in me was hoping that I'd be able to use my right hand normally for at least several more years, and now I have to consider the alternative. Sewing is already a bit of a challenge, but with four moving fingers can I make it work? Can I do what I love with two mostly imobile hands? Who's ever heard of a costume designer who can hardly hold a pencil, or a cutter/draper who can't work a pair of scissors? It's all too real. It's all too scary. I'm stuck, I'm lost, I'm scared. No part of this is fair. And I know that life's not fair, but is it supposed to be this hard? Is it fair that I've finally found something I love to do and that I'm three semesters away from graduating, and now I might have gone to school for something I can no longer do? I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself, but I'm so scared about my future I can't hardly function. What do I do? Is there anything I even can do?