Hello again
So now I am done. I am tired of everyone telling me to do this and to do that.
I have a job, and it is the best job anyone could ask for It is actually not a job. It is a great opportunity to do something that is an added value to someone else's life.
GOD says to honour your mother and father, to honour the widow. Well this is exactly what I am doing.
It is 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. I leave my home at 1pm and by the time I get to the Al Hogg pavilion it is 4:30pm. This includes stopping along the way, at different stores, to get the fresh items for mom, for that day. Then I get their and wipe the sleet from her eye's, clean what is on her face, from lunch. Feed her dinner. And then get her changed and put her into bed. And every other day I wash her hair. I give her a daily spa treatment. Which includes brushing her teeth, washing her face, neck, arms and legs. Applying different lotions to each area. Brush her hair. At the same time, sing to her, play music for her.
Now I am staying with her, holding her hand, until she falls asleep. Then I leave. I am their with mom for 3 or 4 hours. Every single day. Then I leave and come home, another 3 hours of bus travel. So figure it out. About 12 hour days for me.
And it is all good. I don't complain about this at all. I do, however, complain about not eating for days at a time. But whatever. I still don't eat and nothing, no matter what I do, solves the problem. So I just don't eat. I live on tea. And when I can, nuts and seeds.
Mom, tonight was very happy that I am staying, holding her hand, until she falls asleep. And this is what I did. And mom was sound asleep when I left. But the roommate was not in the room when I finished the spa treatment. And did not come back until mom was asleep. But this doesn't mean mom will stay asleep. The roommate, immediately started to ask me questions, talking away. Lights on. I do understand that the lights need to be on while they get her into bed. But the rest of the night. The lights should not be on.
It seems that, because mom can't voice her opinion, they don't give a crap about her needs.
I am mom's voice and I speak for her. They are not getting it. Mom does not like her roommate. Period. And the more she is bothered, the less mom likes her. Mom may not speak as we do. But mom speaks with dozens of micro expressions on her face. She speaks with her eye's. And every other form of non verbal communication This I read. I read people extremely well. I have been know as a human lie detector. I remember conversations. Almost word for word
But I digress. It is time for me to end this for today.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
