Hello again
I am sick and tired of people constantly telling me I am wasting my time going to see mom everyday.
Why do you spend so much time going to see your mom. It is a waste of your time. She can't walk, your wasting your time. She can't speak, your wasting your time. Does she even remember you. Your wasting your time.
Maybe it is them, who I am wasting my time on.
I may have absolutely nothing .I live way below the poverty line. Don't get help from anywhere. I am in pain all the time. I am disabled. It is OK
But the one thing I do have is the love of my mother. And when mom gets to the last stag of Dementia, I know mom will know exactly who I am. And I will be the only one she trusts. It is already this way. No one else can get her ready for bed. But me.
I have already lost friends that I knew for many, many years. As they don't understand the disease. It is an isolating disease. Not just for the person with dementia, but for the caregivers as well. People are ignorant about this disease and just don't want to talk about it. They want to shut the door on all who have this disease and want to believe it doesn't exist
Now the roommate situation is getting out of hand. When mom wants to sleep at 7 pm that is when the roommate turns the TV on and has it at a volume that is not acceptable. And when her daughters are over, they come at the time when mom just wants to sleep. And are loud, abrasive, and without empathy I am sure they might be nice people. But not for me.
Yet it is not their fault, completely, it is the fault of Al Hogg and not matching residents properly. Mom has told me many time, she does not like her. And that is OK.
I get a little bit of money this week and I have to decide what to do with it. Mom needs cosmetics as well as she needs healthy foods.I am not sure what to do. She needs both and I can only afford one or the other.
Difficult decision. But I will try to get mom something healthy to eat and a little of her cosmetics. GOD willing I can do both.
So I leave my trust in GOD as I don't have any other choice.
I really don't have a clue how I have survived this long. I do know I have lost over 70 lbs and all my clothes don't fit.
But I digress, who gives a rats ass what I think or am feeling or doing anyways.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
