Hello again
Well today, because of the stress I am under, well actually, for the last two days, I have not wanted to get out of bed. Saying mom will understand if I don't come to visit her, because I am feeling crappy about myself and don't want to get out of bed. Or the stress is killing me, not having a place to live after this weekend. Back to this later.
Now, two women passed away this week. I had a feeling about this. Well I felt death. Weird, don't you think. One of them was 101 years old and the other was 98 years old. They both lived a long time and I hope their last days were full of family members being around them. Not alone. This is what I am afraid of with mom. Her passing away alone.
This is why I pray so hard that I win the lottery, so I can buy a place and have mom their. My dream is this. I don't want her passing away with no one their by her side. This is making me cry right now. I am sad, about this.
Mom is sick, she is getting a cold or has one. I knew this was coming, I could see it a few days ago. I asked the nurse to cheque her temperature, but she didn't. If she would of, mom would get the proper care. I have been putting Vick's on her chest for the last several days now. And tonight she was leaning over, very tired and listless.
Mom barley ate anything. Thank GOD for Ensure. I did have a frozen fresh fruit drink I made for her. You see, I don't throw out the fruit that is a few days old. And throw it in the freezer. Then make a drink for her. This was a strawberry/Papaya/ Gold Kiwi drink. Mom ate/drank allot of it. And threw it in the freezer at her home. The Al Hogg pavilion, floor three, room 342. Sharing with Lora. Who is on her last legs. Bed ridden.
Her son comes in at dinner time, for about 5 minutes. And that is that. Lora does like the music I play for mom.
Mom, well, she drank half of the Ensure, ate some of her diner. Did not even want her Lindor chocolate. Or the mango I brought her. She just kept pulling on her the, I don't even know what to call it. The apparatus that is used to lift her out of her chair.Which is always under her on the chair. But she kept pulling on one of the straps. And motioning for me to give her the spa treatment. So I made sure she was finished eating and took her to bed, changed her into her night gown and put her to bed.
While giving her the spa treatment, I received a call from the landlord in White Rock. I asked for my money back due to the surgery I need and have received an early date. Earlier than November, which is when I was to go in. I met him down stairs and only received $100.00 of all the money I gave to him. Over $1000.00. And now I don't have rent for this place I am in, in Coquitlam. I have staled the landlord out for a week, but that week is almost up.
I have contacted the ministry and was told to take him to the residential tenancy branch and file a complaint. Which will take a month. I don't have a month. I have a few days. I am short $465.00 now. I have no other money. I thought he would understand about the surgery and at least give me back some of the money I paid to him. But no.
So I have asked the PGT and their answer is no. They don't give a crap if I am homeless now. I could not even get my things moved, no furniture from anywhere. And now, that I need a place without stairs, which is here. I can't even pay rent. I need a stable place I can live to recover from surgery. I can't cancel again. If I do, I will have to start over with another specialist and wait even longer. I am tired of using the cane. And on top of this, I still need my hip operated on.
I don't have any place to put my mothers and my belongings. And if I am homeless, what do I do about visiting mom. Yes I can go to see her, but what do I do afterwards. Where do I go. Where do I even shower. Or keep my clothing clean. At least here, even though we can't use the washer and dryer anymore. I can wash my clothes by hand.
There has been a reporter, from the Vancouver Sun, who is doing an article on the treatment of seniors and health care for them, trying to contact me. He has left a few messages. But I have been trying to be kind and not go there with the PGT. Trying to play fair with them. And be nice.
I am pissed off at them, I need a place to live. Actually, we all need a place to live. I will have to recover for a least a couple of months, with extensive rehab/physiotherapy. And if I don't have a place to live, I can't do any of this and will have to cancel the surgery. Which, again, is not a viable option. Been waiting for two years now. And I can't handle the pain anymore. Or using the cane.
So please pray for me, or what ever.
I need to go to bed and dwell on this nonsense. Try to get some sleep. I have to much to do and mom is sick and needs me to be their to take care of her.
GOD bless and good night.
Write the PGT, phone them.
