Hello again
So I am going to start out by saying this. Yes it is cold, blah..... blah....blah... Yes I am cold.... blah....blah...blah. Yes I am wet.... blah...blah..... blah.. I have nothing.... blah.... blah....blah... I am tired of hearing it, I am tired of writing it. And I know you are tired of it as well. It reminds me of the time I tried to quit smoking. Yes I smoke. Wait, I know you are saying how can he smoke, he is always complaining about not having anything, nor eating. But wait. You don't want to know how I feed my nicotine habit. I buy a pack of rolling paper's , and well take it from their. Trust me you really don't want to know.
So anyways, back to my story. I tried to quit smoking several years ago and I got a week and could not stand my own company, to even be near myself. It was difficult. And I thought, if I hate to be around me, imagine what other people are thinking. So I start again, so I could stand to be around me. Have to live with myself. Hard to separate myself. Other wise I would of done this along time ago.
So I can't bare writing about this anymore. Those who read this know. I am broke, have nothing, don't eat, no clothing, socks, underwear. shoes etc...etc....So this is done for now.
Anyways today. I just want to stop and tell you my biggest pet peeve. It is when you roll up your sleeves and they keep falling down. So today, I am so surprised that I can carry what I carry everyday. It is all for mom. And I know 99% of y'all would not be able to carry what I carry. When I get to the hospital and start taking things out. There is stuff everywhere. I am just amazed. Today it felt like I was carrying 100lbs of weight No kidding! And I do this everyday, and I manage it. I do need one of those suitcases with the extendable handles. A small one of course. So I can neatly pack everything in order.
I made mom spaghetti and meatballs today, before I left. Homemade meatballs. I had a feeling that the spaghetti was not going to go over well. I don't really like it, it does not hold the sauce and eating it, makes me gag. But I ended up getting their late and mom was not at a table, but sitting by herself, away from everyone. And no one feed her. I am glad and upset. Dinner is at 5:00 and I arrived at 5:30 past when mom should of ate. Mom is on a schedule at this time. Eat from 5:00- 5:45 then it is time for me to spoil her with her face wash and moisturiser, lip balm, and eye serum. Then her feet washed and massaged and cream put on her feet. I get the staff to take mom to the bathroom and get her into her night clothing. When mom comes back, I wash her hands and arms. And put cream on her hands and massage them, and a separate cream for her arms. Then I brush her hair and put her to bed. Hug her and kiss her. Clean up my mess, which is always a big mess. And then hug her and hiss her good night and away I go.
Now back to where I started. Dinner. So I warmed up the spaghetti and meatballs. Mom ate he meatballs but as I thought did not care for the spaghetti to much. It is OK. Mom ate all the meatballs. I brought her cheese cake for desert and mom loved this. And when mom was done, mom told me. And off we went for her night time ritual. Oh yea I play music for her every night. The old vocal standards. Frank Sinatra, Billy Holiday, Nate king Cole, Michael Bubbla etc.... Vocal standards real music, with real singing. Mom just loves this,. And so do allot of the other patients their. There is usually a crowd of patients sitting outside of moms door listening with their eyes closed and just relaxing. Music therapy. It is good for the soul. It is Slacker Radio. Internet radio.I bought mom speakers for her Birthday, But could not find a radio to play this on, for under $300.00 dollars. Come on now. I just want to play mom music. Well anyways I have found such a radio. And it is $150.00 and then the $6 bucks a month for the subscription Good price for what you get on Slacker Radio. Now I just have to come up with the money for the radio. Mom loves this and would like to listen to it all night long. I feel bad that I have to take my paper weight with me. I mean my phone that does not work. No service.
I could have service and the radio for mom,. if the PGT would do what they are telling me they will do. As in they will help me to move to White Rock. Yea Right! And the $7000.00 lump sum for a car. Which I told them. I don't want the car. I want to use it to get furniture for the two bedroom I want. The second bedroom is to have mom over for nights. And eventually have mom move in with me.
As if this is ever going to happen. Like everything else the PGT tells me. This is why I get so upset with them and put up signs and I will picket them.
STOP SENIORS ABUSE BY THE PGT. AGAINST MY MOTHER AND MYSELF.
Mom likes it when I bake bread or deserts. I have known how to bake bread for years, mom taught me when I was young. This last year is the first time I have attempted to bake any kind of desert. I have been pretty successful, I do say so myself.
Tonight I am completely bagged, and I don't even care if I eat or not. The last few weeks have been sporadic at best for dinners. That is OK. The longest I have gone without eating was 18 days and that was three months ago. Since then it is once or twice a week. What I made for mom tonight was for mom and there was no left overs. Mom enjoyed dinner and that is what is important.
So I will be leaving you now. As it is 1:30 am now. Here in Vancouver, BC Canada and I get up at 7:30am. It takes me an hour or longer to fall asleep, So time to start now.
GOD Bless and good night
Kris
"Yesterday is not ours to recover, but
tomorrow is ours to win or to lose."
- Lyndon B. Johnson
