Hello again
So I got home late last night and had some things to do, before I went to bed. Well I didn't even fall asleep until after 3:00 am and I had set my alarm for 8:30am. I slept through my alarm and ended up walking up at 11:30
I was to get to the hospital to take mom to the county fair. Remember, it takes me three hours to get to White Rock. And an hour and a half to get ready to get to the bus loop and then three hours or so to get to White Rock. And on top of this I had to go to look at a place out their. Well I was not able to get to the hospital in time to take mom down to the fair. And I knew before I even got out their that the place was a big no.
Dark, gloomy, could not even get mom in to the bathroom. The bedroom had a very small window. And it was a long ways away from the downtown core. But I knew this even before I arrived in White Rock. Just a feeling. Trying to trust this feeling, usually right.
When I left the place I had to wait for half an hour for a bus. Not good.
When I got to the home, where mom is, one of the staff asked me why I didn't come and take mom to the fair.
I almost yelled at them, and told them why don't they call on of my sisters, who drive, and tell them to get off their ass and come and do things for mom. I travel by bus and it takes me up to three hours to get their.
But I didn't say anything. And again, if the PGT didn't take the van away from me, and give it to my sister, to do things for mom. Which, today would of been one of those days, to do something for mom. I would of been able to and be able to get out to White Rock quicker and take mom out all the time. As she should be taken out.
But no. The PGT doesn't see the travesty behind their decision. And my sisters, who cares if they aren't comfortable around mom, can get off their ass and come and do things for mom. Again they both drive. And have homes thanks to mom and dad. Who paid for most things for them, over the years. Not so much for me. Yes pity me. Not.
I didn't want them to buy me a home. I saw the money my sisters took from them. And said no thanks.
So mom was still feeling sick today, and really wanted to go to bed right away. But I needed to get her to eat first. I did bring her another fresh frozen fruit drink. Which she loved and ate a large amount of it, tonight.
She did eat some of her meal and cheese. But she was getting angry, and did swing at me. but I am use to it and can, most of the time, duck her swings.
With the stress of maybe becoming homeless, I am not able to relax and free myself of the stress when I get their. This way I can concentrate on hearing mom. Not just verbally. I can pick up on what she wants. And this stress is doing damage to me, and it is making me angry. Which I try to leave everything at the door, when I get their.
And it is not fair to mom, that I am having a hard time leaving everything at the door. And cannot calm myself down enough to hear mom.
But I don't react to anything that happens. But I see mom slipping a bit more. Or it could simply be the cold effecting her. We will have to wait a few days, until the cold is gone.
This is very hard on me, but how every hard it is on me, it is worse for mom. In a wheel chair now, all time..
The staff not doing what is right, for their own benefit. To make it easy for them. As in letting mom move around on her own. Taking her to the bathroom. Her civil liberties are being violated. And they just don't give a crap about any of this. They constantly make threats against me. As in they will stop me from seeing my mother.
This is the kind of abuse my mother and I have to put up with. They say they listen to what the family says's. Not true.
I have repeatedly asked them to stop giving her Tylenol. They keep doing this. I say give her something for her tooth ache and they say they will give her some T3's. Again, you see they don't even listen to anything anyone says. They just like the sound of their own voice I guess.
Time to file a complaint.
Now the PGT better be careful, or I will be contacting the reporter and setting up a picket line across the street from their office. And handing out the flyer.
Mom needs me their, I mean living out their. But she also needs me to not be homeless. It is not good for mom if I am constantly stressing out about where I will sleep that night.
I have no clue what to do. And I don't have anyone to talk to about this.
Things are hard for me, but not hard enough that I will ever let mom down. This disease is not something that has very few moments of pain. But many.
To see your loved one go down hill, and loose the ability to do things, use different body parts. The ability to even speak. Or the use of my mother's left arm, her legs. And being told that your mother is none weight baring. But last December/January, I had mom walking. And she was using the washroom.
It is this place that is making mom worse now. And if it continues, mom will be worse off, then she is now, within 6 months. I see it and feel it. I see how things are.
Not enough staff, but they charge allot for them to stay their. Horrible food, not healthy at all.
Mom being titled back all the time. This keeps them from having to deal with her. As she sleeps this way. Today they had her in a sweater, it what dam hot out today. And their was no need for mom to be wearing a sweater. This will keep her sick longer.
I can't even tell them anything. Because the social worker is crazy and just yells at me and make threats.
So it is now 1 pm and it is time to get to bed, and maybe watch a little something.
I don't know. I just need to get their early tomorrow. I need to get mom outside. Even if it just for a while. I might try to take her down to see my aunt. Five blocks away.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
