Hello again
First I would like to start by stating that some or all members of my fake family are calling me a con artist. They are accusing me of abusing my mother.
Now if I were a con artist, would I not already be living in White Rock with everything.. A big screen TV, furniture, a bedroom set A nice new computer. But I have nothing. Not even my own bed.
I have a computer that I made by combining several other computer's and an old CRT monitor. But it works well and I can do almost everything with it. It is a little slow. And getting them off of Craigslist for free.
What they say is all about money, money and money. Greed would be the word. And the love of money and
being greedy is evil.
They don't seem to even consider my mother's needs How tonight and the last several nights mom has not been eating her dinner. She doesn't want it And the meals don't even look very good. She gets potatoes everyday. No fruit, no salads, no pasta. Boiled to death vegetables. Extremely small portions.
Mom is expecting me to bring her home cooked meals. As I have in the past. Actually, I was bringing her a home cooked meal at least three times or more a week, plus the fruit she likes and the snacks she likes. As well as the drinks she likes.
And of course the family members would not even know what type of fruit she eats and the drinks she likes or even the chocolate she loves.
They could not even tell anyone what time mom likes to go to bed at. What all her non verbal communication
cues mean.
When she is upset or when she wants something. What each and every facial expression means.
Well I do, I know everything about my mother. All her health needs, her likes, dislikes. Every single facial twitch means.
And her meal I make her. A couple of weeks ago I brought her a steak. A strip loin steak. I made it and brought it for her, with a baked potato with onions and butter. As well as the salad she loves.
Mom ate the whole steak as well as the salad. I had home fries and a piece of chicken that night. What I make for mom. I make a large portion and divide it up, freeze it. Now this is moms and I don't touch it. Even if I have nothing in the fridge for myself. That is the way it is . Mom is first and I am last. Only the best for mom. And if I don't eat, oh well. Mom is getting extremely healthy foods and snacks. This is the most important thing.
I WILL REPEAT MYSELF, MOM IS FIRST AND I AM LAST.
So if I were a con I would have everything.
So I had my eyes checked today and I found out I need three separate prescriptions . One for using the computer, one to read with and one for distance.
I can only afford one pair of glasses. So I have to walk around not being able to see what is 20 feet in front of me. OK I can see it, but it is all blurry.
I am just lucky I know the keyboard extremely well. As I have been typing for many, many years. I sit an watch TV while typing without a problem. So I may not be able to see everything I am typing, I know it is all correct. I then, will have to go without. If I had the money to pay for the other pair of glasses, I would use those funds to purchase groceries for mom and make her an assortment of meals. That is the way I do things.
I now a being going to White Rock for 365 days in a row. Without missing one single day. And this is going to continue.
Now, this coming Monday, I think it is my nephew's wife, that is coming to dance for the residents. It is going to be at 6:30 pm. And mom likes to be in bed at this time. Having her spa treatment done. But if I don't bring her down stairs to see this. Because mom only wants to go to bed right after dinner. I will bring her down stairs for the dance production. And if mom wants to go, I will know about it, and I will take her back upstairs to put her to bed.
So If they have a problem with this, To bad. Mom has a schedule and she likes to keep to it. And she gets really upset if I don't adhere to her wishes. It is not up to me how long mom wants to stay at the production. It is up to how she feels that day.
After all she does have Dementia and each and everyday it is different. They don't see mom and her moods, as I do. They don't see her when she is upset and wants to go to bed and doesn't want to be fussed with. Or when she is pissed of because of sun downer, and she squeezes my hand and tries to punch or slap me or others. Or how I have had several black eyes, because mom is suffering the affects of her disease. But it is all
Ok with me. I tell her to hit me, instead of the staff. Scratch me, not the staff.
They don't see the relaxed state she gets in after the spa treatment and how we laugh and sing together.Or even how she sings with me, our good night song. Or how at times all she wants to do is hold my hand and not let go. Because she needs someone to care for her.
These things are the best part of going to visit her everyday. The trust she has for me. I am the only one she will let get her ready and put her to bed. She knows exactly when I am coming, if I am late. How she loves me to wash and dry her hair or do her nails. How she loves to her me sing.
I know for a fact that they don't even know what her favorite music is. The artist she likes to listen to when she is in bed, and having her face washed, her legs washed.
Knowing exactly what she likes and dislikes is a great joy to me. Fills me with love. And makes every mile I travel worth it.
It is late and time to go to bed. After I watch a couple of shows. I have some fruit for mom and her favorite chocolate. Nothing for a meal though.To bad.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
