Tonight was good until about 2 am. My son came in to tell me that momma is keeping him awake moaning and crying out in pain. I peek in to see here with her eyes closed. Her feet are hurting her. I’m sure they are wicked sore from the debridement of the dead flesh that was there….I’m sorry momma 

I know that it’s not my fault but tell that to my heart. And she fights me and every turn! I go to change her diaper and ask her to help and she tells me that she can’t. What do I do with that? I’m not able to lift her and change her like my 6 month old granddaughter! I suppose that I could say well call me when you want me to help.

I love her but I don’t want to deal with a defeatist attitude. I’m going to try and get her to help me without her knowing! Lol! I know that it’s crazy but she is and has always been antagonistic with me! So maybe, I’m thinking, if I can get her to think it’s her idea she will be easier to deal with! Well I’m going to try and get a few more winks! Good 3 in the am morning…