Hello
Today is day number 3 of a forced fast. A unwanted diet. I am absolutely penniless. And I literally have holes in my pockets of my shorts. I have never been this broke in my life. So far my stomach is growling allot. I am light headed. And in extreme pain. My legs are wobbly. And my concentration is shot. I had to lie to my mother tonight. I don't lie to her.
The staff at Riverview keep telling me, mom does not talk. But I seem to understand her. Yes she does not speak with that many words. Yet I still seem to understand her. And what she wants and likes and does not like. We have a conversation the whole time I am their. Every night. We talk and laugh and cry. I know when she wants a drink. When she wants something to eat or not. When she is upset. I am just excellent a reading body language. I also studied non verbal communication. I can read people like an open book.
I also have been visiting mom everyday for, oh 7 years or so. Tonight mom was tired and she was not hungry. But she was extremely thirsty. Dehydrated of course. I know they do not give my mother enough liquids. As mom finished off her juice and another one. Then she drank a bottle of cold water that I bring her everyday.
Now, tomorrow, or actually today. I have nothing to bring her to drink. She is in need of liquids now. I don't care if I ever eat again. But I am worried about my mother and her drinks and snacks. I have never missed a day bringing mom her drinks. And I am pissed off at this now.
ICBC and Translink have left me starving and broke. I had to borrow the money to pay rent. And I have not bought groceries in over a month. Actually I have not had a good meal in that time.
I have people emailing me everyday to have a representative agreement written up. And I, since I was injured, am out, well an extreme amount of money. I can't believe this is what ICBC and Translink are doing to me. I am injured and they could not give too shits about me and my life. Well either can most people. Especially my family. Oh that is right. The only family I have is my mother and she is dying from lung cancer and dementia. Pretty good huh. I lam starving and mom is dying. What a pair we make. Well mom is in worst shape then me. I know I am dying and that is OK! not a soul knows this.Well I guess a few of you do now. But I could care less about this.
I am not a healthy person. But I live to help mom. I have been sick for years now. I have never told my mother this. As I don't want her to worry about anything else but getting better. I have tried all sorts of treatments and none of them have worked. Oh well. Mom is first and I am last. I will continue to fight for mom and the rights of all seniors.
For the last little while I have been refurbishing older computers and taking the best from each and making better one's I then donate them to seniors or seniors facilities. And I am in pursuit of wheelchairs and other medical equipment that needs refurbishing.And then to donate them as well. This is part of the business I am developing.
We have given a few away so far. Well I am pissed off at the PGT, for not doing the right thing, actually abusing my mother's money and then doing nothing for her. If I need anything for her it is a huge fight. And now I ask for some help to get my phone going again. He, Stephen Flynn keeps telling me, why don't we take the week to think about it. And then it is another week gone by and everyone, that is involved with the care of mom, tells me that I need to have a working phone. I case something happens or we need to see me to discuss the moving of mom.
I have to get to White Rock and have a meeting with the Doctor's and I need to speak with the doctors and dentist at Riverview. I need to get mom into a dentist to get a root canal. I have to contact the director of, well I forget what her tittle is. It is slipping my mind right now. I have to contact her, anyways.
And I have to contact and have needed to contact ICBC and Translink, for the entire week now. As well as many other individuals associated with my injury. As a lawyer for example. The paper. I cannot even arrange to get food, without a phone. Or arrange to get a ride to the food bank.
You know I am just blabbering now. And I am starting to dream about food, while I am typing away here.
So GOD Bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
