Hello again
So last night I got to visit mom and her hair had been cut. Not by a professional, but by my sister. I was growing it out so I could curl it. To bad the staff don't listen to what anyone says. Oh yea, it is me, whom they don't listen too.
Only the one who is her caregiver. It is not like my sister does anything for my mother. Oh right. She takes things that don't belong to her. As in jewelry, clothing and cosmetic products. This is why I can't leave anything their. It will be gone.
My sister already took a whole basket of Biotherm products from my mother. Without even a second thought.
I am so tired of this, nonsense. The law has to get involved.
I brought mom Chinese food tonight. And last night I brought her seafood enchiladas. Which I made when I got home the night before. Yes that is right. I travel 7 hours a day. Then I get home and cook or bake for mom. And last night I made her a lemon pie, after I got home at 11:30 pm. And tonight I made the big salad mom likes.
Red pepper, yellow pepper, orange pepper, bean sports, cucumber, crimini mushrooms, white mushrooms and spinach. Now I will bring this to her tomorrow with a portion of the seafood and chicken enchilada, but the salad will have prawns on it. Covered with extra old white Cheddar and a creamy lemon herb dressing. That is mom's dinner tonight. And for her desert, the lemon pie. Which I will be making another one tonight. Extra lemony. This time I will use real lemon's instead of the bottled lemon juice. This takes place of the 1/3 cup of water.
And I will eat her leftovers, as I always do.
last night, Friday, mom was so happy to see me. She always messes up my hair. She thinks I wear it to perfectly. And she gave me heck about wearing the black shirt again. Mom does not like it anymore. But I keep telling her, it is all I have.
Mom ate her Chinese food and then the lemon pie. I don't bother to cut a slice. It is all for mom anyways. None will be eaten by me. That is just the way it is. When I make something for mom, it is for mom and mom only. Not me. Just as when I buy her fruit or snacks or her drinks. Except for the coke. After a day or two, it is very flat. So I get her another one and I finish that one. Well I have three bottles of flat coke in my fridge. I am not a pop drinker. I just like my tea and water.
After the dinner, mom was ready for her nightly spa treatment. Mom lets me know it is time, by running her hand on my face. It is such a beautiful thing to feel her hand on my face. And mom knowing that I know it is time for her spa treatment. Or when she needs her ears cleaned, or she wants her hair washed. Mom just uses her hand, as the staff crippled her left arm. So it is only the right arm that she can use. And I will always state that it was the staff that did this to her. As in the fact that mom can't stand up anymore. As their is now something wrong with her left leg. She is in pain, and I just noticed, less than a week ago. By the expression on her face.
I wanted to and would walk her, and they told me I couldn't and now she can't use her left leg. Isn't that funny. Don't you thinks. Just as in her right shoulder and arm.
Tonight's spa treatment I was extra gentle, And rubbed her temples when I washed her face. This relaxed her very much. And when it was time for her to go to bed. Mom was ready. A full meal, great desert. And a spa treatment.
So I would have to say I lied about not having any clothing. I do. I have two brand new, never been worn suits. One navy blue and the other black. Pure wool. 3 button. But they are size 46 tall with a 40 in waist. I am now a 42 reg. I paid $400.00 a piece for them. With a 34 in waist. I have 4 pairs of wool dress pants 38 " waist never been hemmed. I am size 34 " waist. And I paid $100.00 a piece for the pants. I also have 5 pairs of Dockers that have never been worn. Again size 38, I am a loose 34. The belt I have, I have had to put another whole in it. 6 in from the last whole on the belt. I have a brand new belt, dress belt. Size 40. Not going to ruin it by putting a whole in it. And I tried on the suit jacket. WoW. It is now a dress on me. So huge. And the pants, being a 40 " waist. Nothing will hold them up.
So I do have clothing, but for the fat me. I bought these dress cloths over a year ago. When I actually had some money. Who knew a year latter I would be a percentage of the size I was. It was the starvation diet I was on. And now, I am never really hungry. And if I am, I have 0 taste. Nothing tastes.
Mom drinks allot of liquid when I get their. And she has the mung mouth. When you have not had anything to drink for a while you develop a layer of film on the sides of your mouth.
I think I will speak to a judge and find out what I can do about them, Yes you.
So I love being their with mom and our visits. I love the smile on her face as I sing her to sleep at night. Yes she wants the music off and for me to sing our nightly song.
GOD bless and good night
Kris
Yea, I am back, I needed to say this. Tonight, as I kissed my mother good night. And continued to sing to her. I started to cry. It just came upon me that one of these days, it will be the last time I get to kiss her good night and sing to her. I am crying like crazy right now as I write this. I don't know if I can handle it. I don't want my mom to go. I need her. And she needs me. I love her dearly. And I have never been able to show emotions like I do with mom. I hug her, I kiss her all the time during our visits. I can't get enough of it. Mom holds my hand the whole time I am their. And this is the way she wants it and I will never deny her of what she wants.
She knows when I arrive. I see her reaching out her arm for me. To grab my hand and not let go. I love to write poetry. And I will write one for my mother and share it with y'all.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
I was tired
Hello again
Let me start by saying this.
My education was in Applied Behavioral Analysis. Cognitive Psychology. With an emphasis on research methodology. To understand alternative treatments for Alzheimer's and Dementia. I have not taken, but a few courses in counselling studies. Not what I am interested. Do not want to counsel people.
Now Abby, do you spend 7 hours a day traveling to see your loved one. Actually, I don't even think you have it in you, to do what I do everyday and have been doing for 7 years. To make sure someone is their to see that my mother is loved. By at least one of her children. To be their to understand and listen to her. As the staff don't even take the time to do this. Or I think it is they don't give a crap what any of the patients think or care about/.. Just my opinion, nothing more.
To give of yourself, beyond what is considered reasonable. To just go without even thinking about it.
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Getting their to see my mother, whether I feel like going or not. Mom is stuck in the care of individuals who do not even pay attention to see if their is something wrong, physically with my mother.
Yes I have problems, who doesn't. I am sure, Abby, you have lots of them, just by the way you write. But I leave my problems at the door. And never, never bring them into my visits with my mother.
I will and have given the shirt of my back. I will spend my last dollar of my mother. You say what happened to the comfort funds. Besides buying clothing for my mother and the staff giving them to my sister to take home. And leaving mom with old crap to wear.
Even though I have mentioned never to give them anything. But oh no, The clothing, never to return again. The jewelry as well.
So what to do about this. I think it is time to go to the RCMP and file a complaint. And you tell me that I expect mom to go to the bathroom right away.
I never say anything, I want my mother to be taken to the washroom right now, if I do, you people will lie and say I made threats against you. As you have already have done. I am getting a copy of that report and will do what is needed to do with it.
I cook my mother dinners, cakes, pies and bread. I bring her fresh fruit daily and the drinks she loves.
Now I am never going to justify my actions again. I don't need too. Who are you anyways, Abby.
Be careful how and what you write.
Remember I have all the documentation I need.
I need to leave you now. I need to get to bed.
GOD bless and good night
Kris
Let me start by saying this.
My education was in Applied Behavioral Analysis. Cognitive Psychology. With an emphasis on research methodology. To understand alternative treatments for Alzheimer's and Dementia. I have not taken, but a few courses in counselling studies. Not what I am interested. Do not want to counsel people.
Now Abby, do you spend 7 hours a day traveling to see your loved one. Actually, I don't even think you have it in you, to do what I do everyday and have been doing for 7 years. To make sure someone is their to see that my mother is loved. By at least one of her children. To be their to understand and listen to her. As the staff don't even take the time to do this. Or I think it is they don't give a crap what any of the patients think or care about/.. Just my opinion, nothing more.
To give of yourself, beyond what is considered reasonable. To just go without even thinking about it.
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Getting their to see my mother, whether I feel like going or not. Mom is stuck in the care of individuals who do not even pay attention to see if their is something wrong, physically with my mother.
Yes I have problems, who doesn't. I am sure, Abby, you have lots of them, just by the way you write. But I leave my problems at the door. And never, never bring them into my visits with my mother.
I will and have given the shirt of my back. I will spend my last dollar of my mother. You say what happened to the comfort funds. Besides buying clothing for my mother and the staff giving them to my sister to take home. And leaving mom with old crap to wear.
Even though I have mentioned never to give them anything. But oh no, The clothing, never to return again. The jewelry as well.
So what to do about this. I think it is time to go to the RCMP and file a complaint. And you tell me that I expect mom to go to the bathroom right away.
I never say anything, I want my mother to be taken to the washroom right now, if I do, you people will lie and say I made threats against you. As you have already have done. I am getting a copy of that report and will do what is needed to do with it.
I cook my mother dinners, cakes, pies and bread. I bring her fresh fruit daily and the drinks she loves.
Now I am never going to justify my actions again. I don't need too. Who are you anyways, Abby.
Be careful how and what you write.
Remember I have all the documentation I need.
I need to leave you now. I need to get to bed.
GOD bless and good night
Kris
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Thanks for reading
Hello again
I received an interesting email today. And it is obvious that they do not understand the law. They should be careful, their email is grounds for a libel and slander law suit.
If you have even read my blog, you would know that I have already sought legal advice and both the PGT and Riverview tried to sue me. To no avail.
And you have no idea what the PGT and I agree on and what promises are made. And you have no idea of what it takes to get financial aid for university.
You do not know what you are even speaking about. You do not know what has transpired over the years and what has been paid from my mother's funds or if she has money or not. Or what I have paid and how much of my own money has been used.
I will spend my last dollar on my mother, before myself. You do not know what I purchase for my mother. Except maybe the clothing I keep buying and keeps being given to my sister. After telling everyone not to give anything to my sisters as it will never be seen again. The same with the jewelry I have given mom. And asking for it to be returned and nothing happening.
You don't even know when I have taken the first of the three exams necessary to become registered as a psychologist in the province of BC. At $1200.00 for each exam. And you have no idea what I plan on doing with my degree's or what I have and am doing with them.
You should be careful of what you write. I know what I write. It is the truth. I have seen my mother's health go down hill at the hands of these staff members. Not doing what they say they are going to do. And stopping me from doing things that my mother needs for her own well being. As in walking her, putting her to bed ect.... With no regards to this at all. But only thinking of your own liability before my mother's well being.
You don't know what I feel as a result of several car accidents in a row.
Because I don't show extreme outwardly sign's of pain. Doesn't mean I don't feel pain. Or I don't have emotions or feelings. Our mind is a remarkable thing. One can learn to control pain, as I have a long time ago.
We are entitled to our opinion and this is mine. It is the truth and I only write the truth as I see it. If it is to much for you to deal with. Too bad.
It is mine to write. And I don't write for you or anyone. I speak the truth to tell whoever reads this, about the atrocities that actually take place. The abuse. The over medicating.
I am not their to watch anyone. You are extremely ignorant if you think I am their to even care about anything or what anyone of you think.
My mother is getting out of their and that will be that. I won't have to deal with this staff again. And that is fine with me and mom.
Mom is tired of being their and can't wait to move. Oh wait. Not a one of them takes the time to even listen to what my mother is saying. Or even what I bring mom everyday.
If you took the time to find out anything, you might not have written yourself into a potential law suit.
This is my rant for tonight.
GOD bless and good night
Kris
I received an interesting email today. And it is obvious that they do not understand the law. They should be careful, their email is grounds for a libel and slander law suit.
If you have even read my blog, you would know that I have already sought legal advice and both the PGT and Riverview tried to sue me. To no avail.
And you have no idea what the PGT and I agree on and what promises are made. And you have no idea of what it takes to get financial aid for university.
You do not know what you are even speaking about. You do not know what has transpired over the years and what has been paid from my mother's funds or if she has money or not. Or what I have paid and how much of my own money has been used.
I will spend my last dollar on my mother, before myself. You do not know what I purchase for my mother. Except maybe the clothing I keep buying and keeps being given to my sister. After telling everyone not to give anything to my sisters as it will never be seen again. The same with the jewelry I have given mom. And asking for it to be returned and nothing happening.
You don't even know when I have taken the first of the three exams necessary to become registered as a psychologist in the province of BC. At $1200.00 for each exam. And you have no idea what I plan on doing with my degree's or what I have and am doing with them.
You should be careful of what you write. I know what I write. It is the truth. I have seen my mother's health go down hill at the hands of these staff members. Not doing what they say they are going to do. And stopping me from doing things that my mother needs for her own well being. As in walking her, putting her to bed ect.... With no regards to this at all. But only thinking of your own liability before my mother's well being.
You don't know what I feel as a result of several car accidents in a row.
Because I don't show extreme outwardly sign's of pain. Doesn't mean I don't feel pain. Or I don't have emotions or feelings. Our mind is a remarkable thing. One can learn to control pain, as I have a long time ago.
We are entitled to our opinion and this is mine. It is the truth and I only write the truth as I see it. If it is to much for you to deal with. Too bad.
It is mine to write. And I don't write for you or anyone. I speak the truth to tell whoever reads this, about the atrocities that actually take place. The abuse. The over medicating.
I am not their to watch anyone. You are extremely ignorant if you think I am their to even care about anything or what anyone of you think.
My mother is getting out of their and that will be that. I won't have to deal with this staff again. And that is fine with me and mom.
Mom is tired of being their and can't wait to move. Oh wait. Not a one of them takes the time to even listen to what my mother is saying. Or even what I bring mom everyday.
If you took the time to find out anything, you might not have written yourself into a potential law suit.
This is my rant for tonight.
GOD bless and good night
Kris
Sunday, March 25, 2012
The journey
Hello again
Tonight mom was trying to tell me something. But she was speaking so fast that it was hard to understand her. I need her to slow down and then I can get most of what she is saying.
I do know one thing now, is that mom looks to be her protector and provider. I say this by mom looking at a picture of dad, as well as myself. And me saying that I wish dad was still here. Mom agreed.
You see dad was tough as nails and would not of let any of what has happened, go on. He was through the war and saw many, many people get killed .
Myself, I am tough, but I have a soft core. Which makes it hard to be the tough person that dad was. Mom needs me to be more like dad. And I need to be more like dad.
I need to make my mind up on what it is I am going to do and just do it. No matter what. I cannot let up and have to keep the pressure on. Not like my other attempts at going after the PGT, or Riverview and the staff their.
Pressure is what is needed, in this situation. I have already wrote the government. And I have asked and asked the PGT to live up to their promises. And nothing.
But they could care less they cost me a lucrative settlement with ICBC. They cost me two business's now. We didn't have anything to do with that. You can't blame us for this or that. Who else would I blame. Mom needed things and they refused to release funds. So I took care of it myself. And I did it without reservation and a second thought.
Mom needed it and it is up to me to provide for her and to fight for her. Even if it means taking on the PGT and anyone else who gets in my way. Or causes mom problems. Without reservation!
I am mom's support, and her son. I said to my parents years ago I would take care of them, when they are older and this is what I am doing and will continue to do. No matter what.
I know this is what GOD wants me to do.
Tonight was a night were I had nothing to give mom. I took in empties of my roommates to get mom a water and a coke. That was it. No fruit or snacks.
The worst part of it was, I had no dinner for her. She was not happy with the dinner she had, but ate it anyway. She got made when I told her I have no money to buy groceries. But I will do my best to get make her dinners. The food their is horrible. It is up to me, if I love my mother. To make sure she gets proper and delicious meals.
And I have been doing my best. I cried when I told her that I didn't have anything to bring her, and I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Today, now. I have nothing. Not a penny in my pocket. All I have for mom is the water, a little bit of her juice left and a coke. Nothing else.
Again, I don't care if I eat. I just want mom to have excellent meals. I am very emotional right now, as I write this.
You see I know people who will take all sorts of meals to the homeless drug addicts, but will not help me out, with meals for my mother. They are trying to get them to Christ. All and good, but what about the Christians who actually need help. That are not drug addicts, and are doing what their father has told them to do. Honor your mother and father and honor the widow. Give of yourself, and be their for others. Shame on them.
It is now 2:40 am and I need to sleep. If I get any. I really mean I am extremely upset that I cannot bring mom anything today. Not even a piece of fruit. Or her favorite chocolate.
Anyways GOD bless and good night.
Until I return.
Kris
Tonight mom was trying to tell me something. But she was speaking so fast that it was hard to understand her. I need her to slow down and then I can get most of what she is saying.
I do know one thing now, is that mom looks to be her protector and provider. I say this by mom looking at a picture of dad, as well as myself. And me saying that I wish dad was still here. Mom agreed.
You see dad was tough as nails and would not of let any of what has happened, go on. He was through the war and saw many, many people get killed .
Myself, I am tough, but I have a soft core. Which makes it hard to be the tough person that dad was. Mom needs me to be more like dad. And I need to be more like dad.
I need to make my mind up on what it is I am going to do and just do it. No matter what. I cannot let up and have to keep the pressure on. Not like my other attempts at going after the PGT, or Riverview and the staff their.
Pressure is what is needed, in this situation. I have already wrote the government. And I have asked and asked the PGT to live up to their promises. And nothing.
But they could care less they cost me a lucrative settlement with ICBC. They cost me two business's now. We didn't have anything to do with that. You can't blame us for this or that. Who else would I blame. Mom needed things and they refused to release funds. So I took care of it myself. And I did it without reservation and a second thought.
Mom needed it and it is up to me to provide for her and to fight for her. Even if it means taking on the PGT and anyone else who gets in my way. Or causes mom problems. Without reservation!
I am mom's support, and her son. I said to my parents years ago I would take care of them, when they are older and this is what I am doing and will continue to do. No matter what.
I know this is what GOD wants me to do.
Tonight was a night were I had nothing to give mom. I took in empties of my roommates to get mom a water and a coke. That was it. No fruit or snacks.
The worst part of it was, I had no dinner for her. She was not happy with the dinner she had, but ate it anyway. She got made when I told her I have no money to buy groceries. But I will do my best to get make her dinners. The food their is horrible. It is up to me, if I love my mother. To make sure she gets proper and delicious meals.
And I have been doing my best. I cried when I told her that I didn't have anything to bring her, and I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Today, now. I have nothing. Not a penny in my pocket. All I have for mom is the water, a little bit of her juice left and a coke. Nothing else.
Again, I don't care if I eat. I just want mom to have excellent meals. I am very emotional right now, as I write this.
You see I know people who will take all sorts of meals to the homeless drug addicts, but will not help me out, with meals for my mother. They are trying to get them to Christ. All and good, but what about the Christians who actually need help. That are not drug addicts, and are doing what their father has told them to do. Honor your mother and father and honor the widow. Give of yourself, and be their for others. Shame on them.
It is now 2:40 am and I need to sleep. If I get any. I really mean I am extremely upset that I cannot bring mom anything today. Not even a piece of fruit. Or her favorite chocolate.
Anyways GOD bless and good night.
Until I return.
Kris
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