I'm a runner. I run away when things get tough. Always have. Maybe it's a life lesson to stay and deal but again I'm wanting to run.

I'm on wound care for my mom. Meaning i see her every day to pack and wrap a wound. Ack i want to get away. But I can't there's no one to do it but me. She can't reach it herself. And it's gross it's troublesome, and it's daily. Until it heals and it's been a week at this point several weeks before.

She's diabetic so things heal slower. We thought it was healing she got put in the hospital. For 3 days. Now they're talking about surgery because I'm not packing it good enough.

There's all these steps. It's taking over my life.