Hello again
So I am officially paying rent for two places now. One has a bed and living room furniture for me to sit on. And the other has absolutely nothing.
I am basically packed and I realize I have nothing. It has been two years that I have been here and I still have nothing. Of course, most of my clothing doesn't fit me anymore.
I don't even have sheets, one pillow, no bed, no nothing. I really mean nothing. I am really still upset over the women who took everything of mine. OK, it happened and I have dealt with it. It is only now that I am moving into a place that has nothing, and is a great step to having a place completely on my own. Well this is on my own.
It has been a very long time since I lived by myself.
And not having anything, means I don't have anything for mom to sit on. I need one of those raising chairs so I can stand mom up and then get her into the chair and then sit her down. Mom needs to get out of the wheel chair every once in a while. More often than not. Moving closer to her is so I can have her over and have her relax outside of the home.
With nothing, this is impossible. I can say what I need, but that would take pages and pages. I can tell you what I have. A bunch of boxes of mom's things, decorations, a few articles of clothing, that don't fit me anymore. A pillow, a set of pillow cases. You get what I am saying.
So tonight, when I arrived in White Rock, mom was almost asleep. I gave her a drink, and the dinner. Mom was not hungry at all, she was just tired. Period. I tried to get her to eat as much as possible. She ate very slowly. chewing her food over and over again.
I tried to give her some fruit, did not happen. Mom was starting to get mad. She was trying to tell me she just wanted to go to bed and have the spa treatment done. I was not listening tonight. Carefully enough.
I got a right hook into my eye. And a scratch on my neck. I wasn't fast enough. It is OK, I would rather her take it out on me than the staff. It is not the first time I have had a black eye from her, or scratches. No big deal. I just need to pay attention more, when mom gets mad.
Mom was becoming very impatient with me, and wanted to get going to bed. I packed up everything as quick as possible, but wasn't quick enough.
Mom usually lets me get her into her night gown. But tonight she just wanted to go straight into the bed. I get it. Getting out of the chair and in a relaxed place. Then to have her spa treatment done. To be completely relaxed. This was her goal this evening. I get it.
I sang to her as I did her spa treatment, as usual. And mom just became limp. This was great and she calmed down and was smiling at me. And when the staff member came into change her. I usually go and make some hot water for a tea. Then when I return I finish off by putting lotion on her hands and arms. And the night cream on her face. But being so tired, mom started to get mad again. But I calmed her down again and finished. I sang our goodnight song and left.
I got soaking wet on the way their and was really cold. And now, it is bed time. Well, go and watch something.
Day Whatever. I don't know anymore, 15, 16 something like that. I am though becoming very weak.
But I can't give up I have to get furnishing to fill this place I am paying rent for.
So now I must leave for today. I have to keep my faith, as I need to move this week. Have too. Mom needs me out their.
I don't need expensive anything. Just something. Well everything
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
