Hello again
Today I was able to bring mom some stuff cheese filled pasta. And mom ate it all. 6 pieces. The cannelloni were quite large and mom ate the roast beef that came with her dinner.
I am disturbed about the staff taking the head rest off of her wheelchair. It is causing mom to keep her head back and this is causing mom to stretch her head back while she is eating making it easy for mom to chock. You know when you tilt your head back to drink, well mom does this to eat and she is starting to chock.
I have to put her head rest back on and make sure it stays on. For this reason.
Mom was full, but mom had room for a mango and a few cookies. What I had to get her this is gone. So mom eats what the hospital feeds her until I can figure something out. I am sure it will only be a few days. But maybe longer. It is OK. I have a feeling that a whole new life is about to fall upon me.
GOD only knows. And HE does.
So mom was full and wanted nothing more than to have her spa treatment done and off to bed. Oh yea, go to the restroom and get changed into her night clothing.
You know some people, actually, everyone does not believe that I actually go to White Rock daily. And that I take the bus to do this. Well just write me and I will let you follow me or do whatever to prove to you that this is what happens.
Come follow me, and I will take you on a long and weird at times and wonderful at other times, journey to White Rock and back, by the transit system. All the three different transit systems I take. It can be different at times. But I mainly meditate through the trip.
And in White Rock, on the way back. I take different ways back to the bus, to get to know the area. I will run into someone I have seen many times. A a brief chat and off I go.
The trip is enjoyable, as I get to see many different individuals, dressed the way they feel. And I think that is cool. The weird, the strange, the bizarre. It is all out their for all of us to see. And then when my journey is complete, I get to visit the most important person in the world to me, my mother. And that is the coolest thing of all. And then the time I get to spend with her, is, well, nothing can compare to it. It is a great feeling to be able to do for my mother, what she did for me, for many years.
I believe in family and looking after them. Whatever it takes, Whatever this means. Mom is first, and I am last. Whatever mom wants, mom gets. Including my clothing, if she wants it.
Again, I do not lie about anything. This is to much to make up. And I just can't seem to stop writing. Well I don't want to stop writing. This and everything I write needs to be written and spread to the world. Or my little part of it. One day I hope this goes viral.
I need to go, and just relax and watch some TV. It has been a while since I did this.
GOD Bless and good night.
Kris
