I ran away from home. I came to stay with Linda for the weekend.

I almost thought I'd have to change my plans because the assistive living facility where Mom stays took more than they were supposed to out of my account. I went to the bank to take out money for lunch with the Three Musketeers and the trip here after school on Thursday only to find out that I had no money. What!? The last time I'd been to the bank there was over $3000 in there- Mom's money and mine. $800 of it was mine. Not any more. The assistive living place took it all.

I cancelled lunch with the girls and I tried to cancel this weekend but Linda wouldn't let me. Thank God. I've gotten more sleep and rest since I've been here. No one is here to make demands on me. This has been wonderful.

We went to Santa Fe Day Spa yesterday. She had a Swedish massage and I had reflexology done to my feet. And we sat in a jacuzzi for a good long while. It was wonderful.

I picked up my Angel Food ministry package here on Friday night. Linda paid for it and I will be paying her back. This is a God thing. I have no doubt.

After church today we went to the fellowship luncheon. I made my second Jam Cake this year. I made one for our Wednesday Christmas party at school and I made one to take to the church. Thankfully people enjoyed it. Not much was left from either time.

Tomorrow I head back to Pulaski when Linda leaves to go to work. I've got a doctor's appointment with Dr. Haney. It's a follow up on all the tests he ran. I've got an enlarged liver. I'm probably going to get a good fussing at for not taking better care of myself but I'm grateful it was not my gall bladder or an ulcer. I've not had a lot of pain in my abdomen this weekend but my back and hip have been in excruciating pain. I've taken muscle relaxers and pain killers every 4 hours like the bottle says. That's why I've slept so much. Hopefully he'll give me another cordozone shot. It was all that seemed to help.

I've been working on my anger homework. I hated the worksheet Melanie gave me because they looked too much like the ABC sheets I keep on Taylor. So I went into my CAL and found readings on Fear, Anger and Resentment to write on. I know it's not the same but I know where a lot of my anger comes from. It's bottled up resentment. I've got 43 years of it.

I miss talking to Mike. I really do have feelings for him and it sucks. He pulls out that badge, you know the one that says, "I'm gay"- translation "I'm not interested", "I'm off limits." It's too bad. I really, really do love Mike. I have a lot in common with him. He seems to get me. That's rare. Wish he'd respond to my e-mails.

Well, sigh, I'll be back home tomorrow. It's back to listening to my brother complain and whine. I understand his social worker wants to talk to me. Hell, I don't want to talk to her. She's just going to give me more things to do. My cup already runneth over.