Hello again
I would like to tell you that I live at the base of a mountain. And this produces all kinds of weather patterns. And I walk in these conditions. Rain, sleet, snow, and whatever else that is thrown at me. And I go to visit my mother in these conditions. I don't drive, I take public transit And it takes me 2 1/2 hours to see mom and 3 hours to come back. Allot of the time on the way back, is waiting outside in this weather, Which is nasty out there now. It is to snow this weekend My shoes have holes in the soul and are not meant for the winter. Only for the summer. And no jacket to keep me warm and dry.
I just hope it does not snow so much that the buses can't operate. Mom will not let anyone else put her to bed but me. And mom needs her nightly beauty treatment. It completely relaxes her and she has the best sleep. And mom is totally calm when I leave. As well as extremely happy.
I have said that the staff have to do nothing but change her and get mom to the bathroom. I handle the rest.
I have been denied again for funds to get shoes and a coat, as well as a scarf. Does not care. Oh yea I have also been turned down for help to get a phone.
I really should be living in White Rock. Just in case it snows so much the buses aren't running. And at that point, if I was in White Rock. I could just walk their. This is why I want to move their. Every one is happy that I want mom to stay in White Rock. But I do not here anything about the fact that I do this everyday.
Just a little praise is good for should. Not to much though. I do this for mom, not me.
I would like to tell you that I am the bad one here. Not my sister's for taking mom's stuff and never returning it. For not doing anything for her. And cheap out when it comes to things for mom. Come on now. Mom and dad gave you the best. They bought them both a house and paid their mortgage payments.
I am the bad one because I write this blog and tell it like it is. I say exactly what happened that day. I don't lie about it either. I say exactly how it makes me feel and mom. I fight for mom's rights, I am constantly at the PGT for wrong doing. I will not except nonsense from the doctors at the hospital. etc..etc.... I will continue to fight for mom's rights. The doctors tell me mom will not walk or talk again. I beg to differ. Mom can walk and she can talk. Without the drugs. But I am the bad one. Well I do understand, considering it is the institutions that are in care of mom that I attack
I meet with the Social Worker and the Doctor tomorrow, and I will write everything that went on at the meeting down, tomorrow night. I am so glad I have a near perfect memory. As I can recall conversations. People do not like to be told that this is what they said at that meeting.
So I write and write. I would love this to be turned into a book. To tell the world exactly what happens and what the family member feels. I love mom and will never stop being their for her. No matter what he weather is like out their. No matter who I have to fight and for how long does not bother me either.
I am leaving now, bed time.
GOD Bless and good night
Kris
I really could continue to write for hours and hours. But I need to go to bed.
