Hello again
Yes I am freaking out. It is two weeks before Christmas and I am loosing my mind, I am becoming extremely upset, I am getting grumpy. Irritated at the smallest thing.
But I will leave all this at the door when I get to the hospital to visit mom. I have never been in situation before. Even last year, which sucked, was better than this year. I was able to do a little bit for mom.
But this year. STEPHEN FLYNN OF THE PGT is being a very nasty, nasty man. Grinch, Scrooge and a none person. I thought at times I have no feelings, But he beats me in this category.
The PGT is even worse than ICBC, believe or not. Yes it is true. At least with ICBC you know they are going to screw you over. And everything that comes out of their mouth is just BS. But the PGT will try to be your friend and then behind your back, will screw you, and then deny that they did it, or even said what they did.
Stephen Flynn of the PGT does not care about my mother or anyone. Even though the PGT spent over $50,000.00 on a companion service, after taking a van away from me, And me telling him I will take care of my mother. That is allot of money and Stephen Flynn wants to do it again. I told him, I don't think so. Do not ever use my mother's money like this again. As a matter of fact the PGT should return these funds. It was not necessary to spend this, when I was available to do everything for mom, as I do know. Though mom had a companion, I was the one who bought mom her bra's and underwear. And everything else.
My mother does not even have the drink she likes, I can not even by her fruit and snacks. Mom, everyday, lately, has been asking for fruit and her drink. And I do not know what to say or even do. I don't think I have never not had a juice and fruit for her. Mom loves cheese and crackers, and I can't even provide this for her. At least when I have this, I can give mom something, when she does not want to eat what the hospital provides. And she eats something. Well what I do feed her is healthy and nutritious. Mom has had these snacks for years and years now. I have always made sure I bought her this before anything else.
Now for me, this whole situation is really driving me crazy. I am not sleeping. OK 3 hours a night. I need to be up at 7 AM. To try to get something done. To try to get some money to buy mom her snacks and drinks.
I know I am being a pain in the ass, but I am desperate for help, of any kind. Gift Cards for grocery stores, Clothing stores or just help.
I will loose my mind if I cannot make this Christmas great for mom.
Yes their is allot of things I need. Warm clothing and groceries. A nice jacket and sweaters. Remember, my mom will end up with them, eventually. But I would get some time out of them.
I am going to leave you with this.
The good Samaritan, and everyone else who passed him by, while he was in need.
Our Lord and saviour was born this month and has come to forgive us all for our sins. To make us clean. And to tell us that love and giving is what it is all about.
I am leaving now, Going to try to sleep. I know I will just lay their for hours. Oh well.
GOD bless and good night
Kris
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Better day but still depressed by not having a Christmas
Hello again
I would first like to get the record straight. The PGT is not a separate corporation. It was set up to look like this, as the government was getting sued to often. They are accountable to the fiance minister of the government of BC.
Stephen Fylnn is about to ruin Christmas for mom and I. To many promises and not carrying through with any of them. Basically, all lies, and more lies. Just the way it is with Stephen.
The PGT never keeps any promise.
The PGT ruined Christmas for my mother and I last year and are doing it again.
The PGT is accountable to no one.
The PGT abuse their power.
The PGT abuses their clients.
I asked Stephen Fylnn for help, which he promised and as usual just said no. Again.
Christmas is a few weeks away and I am getting nervous, that I will not be able to give mom the Christmas she deserves.
Again, I don't know how long mom is going to be around. Usually, people with Dementia, go about 5-10 years before this horrible disease takes them. Mom is about 7 years into it. And if I have anything to do with it. Mom will live for another 20 years. GOD willing.
When this happens. I will be alone. The only time of the day I am not alone is when I am with mom. Otherwise, I am alone. I do not speak with anyone. I guess this is why I can't shut up when I am with mom. I just talk and talk and talk.
Mom just listens, and laughs at me. Mom speaks back to me. But mainly, laughs at me. I am a klutz, I walk into things, fall over, trip on nothing, drop things. And I can spill a drink from across the room, without trying.
I love my mother dearly, and want to be their for her all the time. And do whatever I can for her. And make every moment count with her. And to make every holiday as special as possible.
This is what Stephen Flynn of the PGT, does not understand. He thinks he has all the answers.
Except one thing. HE HAS NEVER MET MY MOTHER. How can he know anything about her.
This is starting to suck greatly. I am becoming very depressed and anxious. I am nervous that nothing is going to happen.
I am worried that it will be a repeat of last year, Nothing, present-less Christmas, Thanks to Stephen Flynn. One year already was ruined and it could be year two.
I am sick and tired of dealing with this nonsense from the PGT. It is time they start treating people with respect and dignity.
To keep their promises.
To stop abusing their clients.
I am going to go now. I don't know anymore.
I am just desperately wanting help to make my mother's and my Christmas special.
Please find it in your heart and soul to reach out and spread the love that is to be done at this time of the year.
GOD bless and good night
Kris
I would first like to get the record straight. The PGT is not a separate corporation. It was set up to look like this, as the government was getting sued to often. They are accountable to the fiance minister of the government of BC.
Stephen Fylnn is about to ruin Christmas for mom and I. To many promises and not carrying through with any of them. Basically, all lies, and more lies. Just the way it is with Stephen.
The PGT never keeps any promise.
The PGT ruined Christmas for my mother and I last year and are doing it again.
The PGT is accountable to no one.
The PGT abuse their power.
The PGT abuses their clients.
I asked Stephen Fylnn for help, which he promised and as usual just said no. Again.
Christmas is a few weeks away and I am getting nervous, that I will not be able to give mom the Christmas she deserves.
Again, I don't know how long mom is going to be around. Usually, people with Dementia, go about 5-10 years before this horrible disease takes them. Mom is about 7 years into it. And if I have anything to do with it. Mom will live for another 20 years. GOD willing.
When this happens. I will be alone. The only time of the day I am not alone is when I am with mom. Otherwise, I am alone. I do not speak with anyone. I guess this is why I can't shut up when I am with mom. I just talk and talk and talk.
Mom just listens, and laughs at me. Mom speaks back to me. But mainly, laughs at me. I am a klutz, I walk into things, fall over, trip on nothing, drop things. And I can spill a drink from across the room, without trying.
I love my mother dearly, and want to be their for her all the time. And do whatever I can for her. And make every moment count with her. And to make every holiday as special as possible.
This is what Stephen Flynn of the PGT, does not understand. He thinks he has all the answers.
Except one thing. HE HAS NEVER MET MY MOTHER. How can he know anything about her.
This is starting to suck greatly. I am becoming very depressed and anxious. I am nervous that nothing is going to happen.
I am worried that it will be a repeat of last year, Nothing, present-less Christmas, Thanks to Stephen Flynn. One year already was ruined and it could be year two.
I am sick and tired of dealing with this nonsense from the PGT. It is time they start treating people with respect and dignity.
To keep their promises.
To stop abusing their clients.
I am going to go now. I don't know anymore.
I am just desperately wanting help to make my mother's and my Christmas special.
Please find it in your heart and soul to reach out and spread the love that is to be done at this time of the year.
GOD bless and good night
Kris
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Christmas is here and I have nothing
Hello again
I will first like to say that I can be self deprecating and self loathing. I can be depressing and very wordy. But it is just to make my point. And this is how I right. I write what comes into my head and put it down here. I just write.
So the problem I am now having is the fact that when mom has to go to the washroom, it takes forever for someone to take her. Then in the mean time. Mom goes in her depends. Which makes a mess and mom gets very mad at me because I am not doing anything about it. I tell the staff, several times, yet it is the same response, just give us 5 minutes. That 5 minutes means over 1/2 hour. They all know they have to do nothing for mom once I am their and that mom goes to bed at 7 PM. I really don't see how difficult this is. They have to do everything for all the other patients, but not mom. I do everything, except this. If I could take her to the washroom, I would. But mom is modest, and does not want me to change her. I have to cover her legs with a blanket and then take the blanket off after I put her to bed and put her cover over her. Then I pull the blanket off.
Now I have not been able to bring mom and dinner, and she is barely eating what they serve. Again, hospital food, bland, tasteless. And it is to loud in their for mom. I am going to try moving mom to another place to see if this helps.
I need to start bringing mom dinner again. I just need funds. This the PGT is becoming a pain in the ass. He thinks, he does not tell me things. I do remind him though.
He makes promises and does not keep them, As usual. I can't live like this. Christmas is two weeks away and I have absolutely nothing.
All the world is buying gifts and I watch this everyday. And I am becoming more and more depressed as the days go buy. This is the second year that it seems that Christmas is going to be crap. I can't have a recreation of last year. A nothing Christmas.
I don't know how long I have with her. 3, 5, months. 3,4 10 years. I just don't know. Due to the nature of the disease, no one knows.
I just can't do this again. Mom means everything to me, I will give anything to make her happy. But I find myself in a situation where I need real help from someone, anyone, everyone.
To all who are out their, I implore you, I beg you, I am on my knee's asking for help. As this is for my mother, not me. OK a little bit for me.
The PGT makes promises, and I should have warm clothing. Clothing period. I am freezing, my fingers especially my fingers and hands.
I am thin this year. And I don't have the extra pounds to keep me warm anymore. Wow. What a difference. I have never been cold like this. Burrr....
My jacket is now riping and I paid allot for it, many, many years ago now. It is waterproof. But not warm. I wear layers and layers. But I am not warm. My legs are even cold. This is a new feeling for me.
If the guy at the PGT kepted his word, Mom would have a great Christmas, I would have a phone, and clothing. And I would be able to bring mom dinners.
I try to do the right thing all the time. I don't even swear. I am nice to all. OK except those who do mom wrong. Then I go after them. I am very polite. I am a very well mannered individual.
I am writing to all who might be able to help me. Really I just need a little help. Oh all right, allot of help. To get things going. Well mainly to make my mother's Christmas great.
I can't even buy my mother, a bow, to put on a gift. I can't even afford a double bubble.
This is why I am not doing well this year. Last Christmas was a bust, and I have no clue how long I have mom around for. It could be 3,6, months. Or 3,6 years. I do need to make every moment count.
This is what I believe to be the right thing to do. I can work after I get fixed, when every that will be. Because I can't even sit for a hour and then my hip and leg starts to get extremely sore and then my leg goes into spasm's.
On my travels, I have a bus, for 50 minutes, a skytrain for 20 minutes and then another bus for another 40 minutes. I cannot sit for all this time. I have to stand while on the skytrain. And this is uncomfortable. To say the least.
Well I, again, ask for your hearts to open up and spread some kindness in my mother's and my direction
I to go,
GOD Bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Oh yea my address is on the blog.
I will first like to say that I can be self deprecating and self loathing. I can be depressing and very wordy. But it is just to make my point. And this is how I right. I write what comes into my head and put it down here. I just write.
So the problem I am now having is the fact that when mom has to go to the washroom, it takes forever for someone to take her. Then in the mean time. Mom goes in her depends. Which makes a mess and mom gets very mad at me because I am not doing anything about it. I tell the staff, several times, yet it is the same response, just give us 5 minutes. That 5 minutes means over 1/2 hour. They all know they have to do nothing for mom once I am their and that mom goes to bed at 7 PM. I really don't see how difficult this is. They have to do everything for all the other patients, but not mom. I do everything, except this. If I could take her to the washroom, I would. But mom is modest, and does not want me to change her. I have to cover her legs with a blanket and then take the blanket off after I put her to bed and put her cover over her. Then I pull the blanket off.
Now I have not been able to bring mom and dinner, and she is barely eating what they serve. Again, hospital food, bland, tasteless. And it is to loud in their for mom. I am going to try moving mom to another place to see if this helps.
I need to start bringing mom dinner again. I just need funds. This the PGT is becoming a pain in the ass. He thinks, he does not tell me things. I do remind him though.
He makes promises and does not keep them, As usual. I can't live like this. Christmas is two weeks away and I have absolutely nothing.
All the world is buying gifts and I watch this everyday. And I am becoming more and more depressed as the days go buy. This is the second year that it seems that Christmas is going to be crap. I can't have a recreation of last year. A nothing Christmas.
I don't know how long I have with her. 3, 5, months. 3,4 10 years. I just don't know. Due to the nature of the disease, no one knows.
I just can't do this again. Mom means everything to me, I will give anything to make her happy. But I find myself in a situation where I need real help from someone, anyone, everyone.
To all who are out their, I implore you, I beg you, I am on my knee's asking for help. As this is for my mother, not me. OK a little bit for me.
The PGT makes promises, and I should have warm clothing. Clothing period. I am freezing, my fingers especially my fingers and hands.
I am thin this year. And I don't have the extra pounds to keep me warm anymore. Wow. What a difference. I have never been cold like this. Burrr....
My jacket is now riping and I paid allot for it, many, many years ago now. It is waterproof. But not warm. I wear layers and layers. But I am not warm. My legs are even cold. This is a new feeling for me.
If the guy at the PGT kepted his word, Mom would have a great Christmas, I would have a phone, and clothing. And I would be able to bring mom dinners.
I try to do the right thing all the time. I don't even swear. I am nice to all. OK except those who do mom wrong. Then I go after them. I am very polite. I am a very well mannered individual.
I am writing to all who might be able to help me. Really I just need a little help. Oh all right, allot of help. To get things going. Well mainly to make my mother's Christmas great.
I can't even buy my mother, a bow, to put on a gift. I can't even afford a double bubble.
This is why I am not doing well this year. Last Christmas was a bust, and I have no clue how long I have mom around for. It could be 3,6, months. Or 3,6 years. I do need to make every moment count.
This is what I believe to be the right thing to do. I can work after I get fixed, when every that will be. Because I can't even sit for a hour and then my hip and leg starts to get extremely sore and then my leg goes into spasm's.
On my travels, I have a bus, for 50 minutes, a skytrain for 20 minutes and then another bus for another 40 minutes. I cannot sit for all this time. I have to stand while on the skytrain. And this is uncomfortable. To say the least.
Well I, again, ask for your hearts to open up and spread some kindness in my mother's and my direction
I to go,
GOD Bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Oh yea my address is on the blog.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
I was late today
Hello again
So this morning I woke up at 7AM, as someone was to come and drop off a bunch of older computers. You say what. Well one of the things I do, is take older computers and make better one's out of what I have and then donate them to church groups, senior residences etc... So far I have donated over a dozen computes. I have a continuous add on Craisglist.
And well, this gentlemen, said he has a bunch of computers, monitors and printers. This is good I told him as I have orders. You know what I mean. I could of had more computers but I do not have a car.Which makes it a little difficult. But this is OK.
So anyway, I was up early and waited until 2PM and no show. I just wish people in this case would do as they say.
When I get their to late. Mom does not want to eat. Mom has a built in clock and she knows exactly what time to have her spa treatment done. Well mom is in bed by 7PM or she gets grumpy. I have to be their before 5PM and get her dinner into her before 6PM.
It is now time to get their earlier, to do more with mom. Spend time taking her outside.I just have to make sure mom has allot of blankets on.
I was able to score a little 3 foot Christmas tree. I just don't have the lights or decorations. I need small decorations. I have no nothing to get these though. Maybe I might be able to make some. I will look through what I have for the larger tree and take them their.
Mom barely ate anything tonight. She does not like the dinners she gets at the hospital. And I can't afforded groceries right now. I wish I could, as mom always eats what I bring.
Now, I am hoping this gentlemen comes tomorrow,
I am doing everything to get some help. I am entering Ellen's 12 days of Christmas. I am praying. There is not much time left until Christmas.
I am praying for help. As, I can not have a Christmas like it was last year, A nothing Christmas.
I am so tired right now, I am starting to make allot of mistakes while writing this.
Time to go to bed.
GOD Bless and good night.
Kris
Again, if you find it in your heart to help me, my address is on the blog. Mom and I would appreciate this very much. Please reach down into your hearts and find it in your soul to lend me a helping hand
Thanks
So this morning I woke up at 7AM, as someone was to come and drop off a bunch of older computers. You say what. Well one of the things I do, is take older computers and make better one's out of what I have and then donate them to church groups, senior residences etc... So far I have donated over a dozen computes. I have a continuous add on Craisglist.
And well, this gentlemen, said he has a bunch of computers, monitors and printers. This is good I told him as I have orders. You know what I mean. I could of had more computers but I do not have a car.Which makes it a little difficult. But this is OK.
So anyway, I was up early and waited until 2PM and no show. I just wish people in this case would do as they say.
When I get their to late. Mom does not want to eat. Mom has a built in clock and she knows exactly what time to have her spa treatment done. Well mom is in bed by 7PM or she gets grumpy. I have to be their before 5PM and get her dinner into her before 6PM.
It is now time to get their earlier, to do more with mom. Spend time taking her outside.I just have to make sure mom has allot of blankets on.
I was able to score a little 3 foot Christmas tree. I just don't have the lights or decorations. I need small decorations. I have no nothing to get these though. Maybe I might be able to make some. I will look through what I have for the larger tree and take them their.
Mom barely ate anything tonight. She does not like the dinners she gets at the hospital. And I can't afforded groceries right now. I wish I could, as mom always eats what I bring.
Now, I am hoping this gentlemen comes tomorrow,
I am doing everything to get some help. I am entering Ellen's 12 days of Christmas. I am praying. There is not much time left until Christmas.
I am praying for help. As, I can not have a Christmas like it was last year, A nothing Christmas.
I am so tired right now, I am starting to make allot of mistakes while writing this.
Time to go to bed.
GOD Bless and good night.
Kris
Again, if you find it in your heart to help me, my address is on the blog. Mom and I would appreciate this very much. Please reach down into your hearts and find it in your soul to lend me a helping hand
Thanks
Monday, December 5, 2011
A rushed day.
Hello again
Today I got up late, at 12:00 noon and that meant I had to be out of the house by 1:30 PM, Man did I rush. And on top of this I had to deal with my landlord. And she does not seem to understand the words I have to go. So I did not even get on the bus until 3:00PM, I was praying that I would make it in time. Which of course I did not even get their until 5:30PM. And, of course no one fed her. But the staff is use to me being their on time and I wasn't. So it is not exactly their fault. OK 50/50.
Now at this time, mom at a very little. By the time, I got mom away from the lights and turned around it was getting near six and at that time. Well mom is on a schedule. Six PM is the time to start her spa treatment. And by seven, mom is in bed. This is body telling her this. So I just do what she wants. And this is it. I fed her what she ate and then packed up and took her to her room. The spa treatment started, within this time, the staff take mom to the washroom and change her for bed.
Well I enjoy doing this for her. The relaxation that mom achieves is fantastic. When I wash her feet and put lotion on it, mom is ready, at that point for bed. Which I do, put her to bed. I just pick her up and put her to bed. I don't need to work out. I get my exercise by lifting mom. Cool heh.
After, I sing and play music, mom is asleep and I leave. On my way home.
This unto its self, is an interesting journey. At 10PM on a Sunday, Granville street is alive and buzzing with people doing all sorts of different things.
People deny, that I actually do this, daily, But that is OK. I can prove it. And I received a comment that this person called me a pussy. To eat cheap and to move to White Rock.
Really. If I could eat cheap I would. But the only thing my funds cover are, rent, bus pass and things for mom. Her drinks and snacks. I have nothing else left and scramble for the rest of the month to get mom the items she needs and deserves.
I will take clothing home to wash it. As they just ruin things. You know I say to Troy Tyrell, that he does not have the balls to do what I do. Day in and day out. There are very few people who could or would do what I do.
So stop with the nonsense, until you walk a mile in my shoes. Literally. Come on now, Troy, I dare you. One week. Coward.
It is a coward who would write this kind of comment. Without knowing anything else about the situation. He thinks I have an endless supply of funds. I have no supply of funds. Period.
None, notta, nill, zero. Get it! So unless your willing to come walk with me. Keep your comments to your self. It is the only sensible thing to do. I don't have time to waste on this anymore.
Now, mom was waiting for me tonight. And was upset that I was late. And gave me shit. I understand. It is our time together and she appreciates it. I have to start getting their earlier so mom and I can do other things together.
I need to get her outside. Fresh air is what mom is lacking. It is important for everyone to have air.
I can verify everything I write and I do understand that it is hard to believe. I wouldn't, If I were in your situation. But I only write the truth and that is it. This is to hard to make up. I am creative, but not this creative.
I write and write and write. And could write for hours and hours. But I have to stop.
I think it is now time to stop for the night.
GOD Bless and good night.
Kris
Christmas is upon us and I seek the kindness of your hearts, during this season. Anything and everything would be appreciated. I ask again.
Today I got up late, at 12:00 noon and that meant I had to be out of the house by 1:30 PM, Man did I rush. And on top of this I had to deal with my landlord. And she does not seem to understand the words I have to go. So I did not even get on the bus until 3:00PM, I was praying that I would make it in time. Which of course I did not even get their until 5:30PM. And, of course no one fed her. But the staff is use to me being their on time and I wasn't. So it is not exactly their fault. OK 50/50.
Now at this time, mom at a very little. By the time, I got mom away from the lights and turned around it was getting near six and at that time. Well mom is on a schedule. Six PM is the time to start her spa treatment. And by seven, mom is in bed. This is body telling her this. So I just do what she wants. And this is it. I fed her what she ate and then packed up and took her to her room. The spa treatment started, within this time, the staff take mom to the washroom and change her for bed.
Well I enjoy doing this for her. The relaxation that mom achieves is fantastic. When I wash her feet and put lotion on it, mom is ready, at that point for bed. Which I do, put her to bed. I just pick her up and put her to bed. I don't need to work out. I get my exercise by lifting mom. Cool heh.
After, I sing and play music, mom is asleep and I leave. On my way home.
This unto its self, is an interesting journey. At 10PM on a Sunday, Granville street is alive and buzzing with people doing all sorts of different things.
People deny, that I actually do this, daily, But that is OK. I can prove it. And I received a comment that this person called me a pussy. To eat cheap and to move to White Rock.
Really. If I could eat cheap I would. But the only thing my funds cover are, rent, bus pass and things for mom. Her drinks and snacks. I have nothing else left and scramble for the rest of the month to get mom the items she needs and deserves.
I will take clothing home to wash it. As they just ruin things. You know I say to Troy Tyrell, that he does not have the balls to do what I do. Day in and day out. There are very few people who could or would do what I do.
So stop with the nonsense, until you walk a mile in my shoes. Literally. Come on now, Troy, I dare you. One week. Coward.
It is a coward who would write this kind of comment. Without knowing anything else about the situation. He thinks I have an endless supply of funds. I have no supply of funds. Period.
None, notta, nill, zero. Get it! So unless your willing to come walk with me. Keep your comments to your self. It is the only sensible thing to do. I don't have time to waste on this anymore.
Now, mom was waiting for me tonight. And was upset that I was late. And gave me shit. I understand. It is our time together and she appreciates it. I have to start getting their earlier so mom and I can do other things together.
I need to get her outside. Fresh air is what mom is lacking. It is important for everyone to have air.
I can verify everything I write and I do understand that it is hard to believe. I wouldn't, If I were in your situation. But I only write the truth and that is it. This is to hard to make up. I am creative, but not this creative.
I write and write and write. And could write for hours and hours. But I have to stop.
I think it is now time to stop for the night.
GOD Bless and good night.
Kris
Christmas is upon us and I seek the kindness of your hearts, during this season. Anything and everything would be appreciated. I ask again.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Different day
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
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
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