Hello again
So it is Saturday and when I arrived to see mom, the staff were cleaning mom up, this is 5 pm, from lunch. Again 5 hours latter. Mom was very upset about this and when I got in, I rushed to her side and the staff member would not let go of mom's hand. And she tried to tell me, she was just cleaning mom up.
I didn't say a word, I had allot to say though. I just took mom's hand, and finished cleaning her up. This is ridiculous. They read my blog and get at it.
I should not have to point out this or anything else. Not my job. But it is mom and I will do whatever is necessary to make sure mom is OK.
So I want to mention again, that a few weeks ago, the staff started this game of hiding the towels and face cloths. So I had to start to bring my own towels and face cloths. Can you imagine, I have to bring my own towels and face cloths to wash my mother's feet and face and hands etc....
I have to haul these items from home, and I can't even get help getting a back pack and bag. I have to use grocery bags to do this. And then they hid the blankets. So I need to bring my own blankets, so mom can keep warm. I bring them their and take them back to wash them. I do this several times a weeks. I keep a supply at the hospital, but they get dirty and wet, and I bring them home to launder them.
Now they stopped putting these industrial strength paper towels in the washroom. So I am not even aloud to use these items.
This is petty, plain and simple. On top of this they don't even care that because of their negligence, I am injured at their hands. Not putting the bar back up to where it is to be. I have pics of this bar. And then they have the nerve to trump up a fake complaint against me. And what happens, the very next morning the director, phones me and threatens me with not being able to see mom.
I told her exactly what happened. And to this very day, I have still not received a copy of this complaint.
Defamation, I say.
Then I have the social worker telling me their is no funds available to get at. So I am now using my funds for my bus pass next month. To purchase mom needed items. As in her drinks, and fruit.Which she needs desperately. As I don't see them giving mom anything to drink in the afternoon. Not by the amount of liquids mom drinks at night. And it is allot. But I won't deny her this.
But they will, along with the PGT are making it so, that mom does not get the drinks and fruit she is use to having on a regular basis' for at least 7 years now. I have been bringing mom fruit, drinks, snacks, dinners and desserts.
Now the PGT and the hospital are making so I cannot even get my bus pass next month. As I needed to spend the money to get mom what she needs.
If I did not do this, I could not even tell you how long it would of been until I can get access to the comfort funds. As it is, it has been over a week, since I was last able to access these funds. And now, the end of the month is a few days away. And I don't have the money to buy a bus pass. Which means I can't get out to see mom.
This is abuse. To deny my mother drinks and snacks and fruit, that she is use to getting. And then to deny her access to her son. Whom she relies on to be their for her. Helping her out, feeding her and giving my mother her regular spa treatment. Every night, like clockwork. I do this for her.
This is where I ask again for your help to get a pass. If they would keep their word and do what they keep saying they will do, none of this would happen.
I am told there is $600. in the comfort fund. Now it is $300. BS. I say. BS. It is about time, we bring these abusers down. Together we can. It only takes one of you to reach out and help. It only takes one of you, to set your mind on the ultimate goal. To stop abuse.
Again. This blog is about my mother, but it goes beyond this. By me helping mom out. I am setting a president to stop this from happening to anyone else.
To stop the PGT from abuse, to get the PGT to keep its word and do what they said they where going to do. This is the goal.
To get me out to White Rock, and get adsaac's web site completed is the goal.
Without your help I am just here.
I get threats, abuse and not just me. I am secondary to the one who should be getting your help.
MY MOTHER. Who desperately needs my backing and yours as well.
I am worried about my mother. Mom is not happy anymore their and wants out. Not tomorrow, but now. I can only do this, with your financial help. To be able to speak with lawyers about this matter. To get to the needed agencies and speak with the right people. To get me to Victoria and speak with the premier herself.
To picket the PGT in a way that it attracts all the media in Vancouver. This takes money and I am using my bus pass money to feed and bring what mom is use to having. To keep her healthy and strong.
They are not giving mom the vitamins, I want her to have. No they don't think it is good for her. But to dope her up is OK.
When is getting an elderly person stoned OK. When we preach about not using drugs to all of our young people.
Maybe we should be saying. Don't do drugs now, because when you get older, they are going to give you all the drugs you don't even want and you can sit back in a permanent high. Whether you want it or not.
All in the name of helping you.
1:45 am and I have not even had anything to eat today. I am still not over this, cold I have. I can't get rid of this cough.
But who cares about me, mom is stuck in this place and no one in my family give a crap about this. I, myself, am a looser. For not having a car to take her out of this place and to see her friends. To get her outside, fresh air, tree's. The feel of the wind on her face, the rain, the coolness of the season upon her skin.
This is what life is about. To get out and enjoy one's self. To live and rich and full life. To the very end. Not to die, in a place where you don't even want to be.
I will freak out completely if this happens to mom. No kidding heh.
So I say to you GOD bless and good night.
Please be kind and help us out. Or not.
I still will be writing this.
Kris
