Losing It

Yesterday, somewhere around 4:30 in the afternoon, my sister calls me up at work. Her car had died, and she was waiting for the tow-truck to take the piece of junk to the dealer. I asked her if she had remembered to follow up on a couple things. She didn't. She mentioned wanting a drink, I said, "That's nice. I gotta get back to work." About half an hour later I surfaced from my programming haze and thought, "What the fuck is wrong with me!!?"
My sister called and said she was without transportation and I didn't even ask how she was doing and such. All I heard was her complaining about how I never have time to spend with her these days. This is true, we have Alpha coming up...she called me at work on Sunday complaining to me about the same thing. I was WORKING on a weekend. I guess I don't take too well to people giving me crap about my working too much when I'm on a tight deadline. But...that does not excuse me from being a good sister. I felt horrible. I called her back and asked where she was and if she would happen to need a ride or would she be able to get a loaner car. She wasn't too sure, but she told me she would call me back once she gets to the dealership.
This is a sign that I'm losing it. When I get so fucking busy with work that I'm typing away when my sister calls and couldn't even be bothered to check on her well-being. She might have a billion friends at her beck and disposal, but that's NEVER an excuse for me to not take the time out to worry about her.
She called me back a short while later saying the dealership will give her a loaner...so I went back to work.