Hello again
So on top of the fact I need rent, my sole is starting to come off my runners. And I am getting holes in both of the heels of the shoes. Great don't you think. I think not. It rains and then it pours.
That is OK, I really do believe that GOD does not give me more than I can handle. And well I think I am close to what I can handle. Or not.
Mom is still constipated, and again this is due to the continuous use of Tylenol. Which I have asked them to stop giving her. To our surprise, they haven't. This is how well they listen to the family members. NOT AT ALL!
Tylenol damages the liver and mom has enough problems without adding a ruined liver to the list. And they just don't get it. Mom's liver goes I sue. And I am sure I will find a good lawyer who would want to take on Fraser Health, for free. As well Tylenol causes constipation, and then they give mom a suppository to make her have a bowl movement.
The first thing I need to do is to write it down and give them a copy of it. Then give them a few weeks to take action, or in this case stop giving her Tylenol.
Now tonight I realized something. I have to space out everything I bring mom, so she can clearly define what it is that she wants. And choose it. Being bunched together I cannot tell what she wants.
She still has a serious cough. And the doctor has not returned my call yet. I am not even sure if the staff member passed on the message for me.
So Tuesday is the day that the eviction notice ends and I need to move or file a counter complaint against the landlord. Or something happens before then.
So the PGT has not kept any of the promises and it is time to write up a single page flyer and copy it, make a picket sign. Then go across the street from their office and picket them. As I said I would do, if they didn't keep any of their promises. I have to keep my word. So the PGT I guess should write that cheque out of their own coffers. Not that of my mother's.
I just need to wait until this rent thing works out. And the PGT tells me to move to a homeless shelter. And when I asked them, what do I do with my belongings. His response was I don't know, and we will not help with that either. Great, tell me to move to a homeless shelter and loose everything I own, which is not much. And allot of what I have is mom's. Which I store for her. And exchange the clothing for each season.
So where do I go from here. I need to continue to be their for mom and that is it.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
