Hello again Day 8 without
I walked, blah blah, stuck out my thumb, blah, blah and blah
Mom was really glad to see me today. But when I arrived, mom was not wearing her sun glasses and facing the ceiling. Not good, I keep telling them not to do this. But of course they don't listen.
Just as they refuse to do anything about the nurse who made threats against my person. Telling the other nurse that she should get her husband/boyfriend to come and do something about me.
And now I am being harassed by security. They arrive just as I get their. This is complete lack of respect.
Again it is OK for the nurse to threaten me, but one cannot speak up and stop them from lying to my face about things that are said.
It looks like I will be writing a fair bit about this place. I will never speak to this nurse and will file a complaint with whoever it is that I need to file a complaint with. Whether it be the police or the human rights tribunal or even the newspapers. Which I am not above doing.
I am sure they are or have read this blog. As I am sure Larry from Oceanside has mentioned that I write a blog.
They of course think I am harmless. As I have nothing. Though I do have an eduction. I still have not done anything with it. But I have.
Mom was very hungry when I arrived. Thank GOD I had some fruit for her. And cheese. She needed a drink right away. And she drinks allot after I get their. Mom is drinking a little at a time throughout the entire evening. Right up until the time I leave.
I got her into bed and gave her the nightly spa treatment. But during the treatment mom was crying. I told her once again, that this is the only place I would rather be. No where else.
I love her and would do anything and everything for her. Which I will. I said that she should not cry. She asked me why again. I just repeated that you are my mother and I am here for you. I don't want to be anywhere else.
I said that I am moving out here and for now, I will live anywhere, just to be closer to her. And I will then find a place for her and I.
This is my goal. I said that we would move far far away. Maybe Italy. Mom responded with a clear NO. How about France, mom, NO We both use to speak French. But there was no one to speak it to, so we both lost are ability. But it will and can come back quickly enough.
I then said how about Alberta. She nodded OK. But I said to cold for us, mom. I know exactly where we should be, Close enough for everyone to continue to come and visit.
And yes , I would never stop my sisters or her brother from seeing her. I welcome it. And would love to have family dinners for mom's sake.
And tonight mom was just talking up a storm. And in order for me to understand most of what she says, mom needs to speak slower. But mom had allot to say and I missed allot of it.
I feel really bad about it. And she was not even tired when I left and she didn't want me to leave. But I needed to go. Talk about this latter. It is good though.
But I need furniture. OOP's Just looking after all.
I love my mother and she is my first priority. Nothing else.
But when I move out their I will get a part time job. Mornings, so I can be free to be their for mom and do the things I need to do for her.
Now the PGT is only interested in the basics. And if mom doesn't eat what is served for her, she can starve.
According to the PGT and the way I see it at the home where mom is.
I have high expectations and mom deserves the best of care.
It is 1 am again and it is time for me to go to bed.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
I ask again for help. It is really needed now, more than ever. As the land lady has gone nuts and I can not longer do any laundry.
So no laundry, not eating and walking blah, blah and blah.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
Really
Hello again Day 7 without
So a staff member can make threats against my person and nothing happens. But I am being harassed by the security. They are their everyday, when I get their, shortly after I get their and walk right by mom's room.
But the nurse can say that she should get her husband/boyfriend to come and deal with me.
Yet I am being harassed and I am the one at fault.
So I have an insane landlady, she is just crazy with rules that are completely against the law. I phoned the residential tenancy branch today. And I have a great case against her.
Now I have to look at a place tomorrow. But the problem I have is that every place requires me to have my own furniture. As usual. But I have none. And once I let the land lady know that she can't legally remove the laundry. She will immediately give me an eviction notice. That is what her and her mother are like. If you don't follow my rules, even if they are illegal, I will kick you out.
I know what will happen. I can't afford to go to the laundry mat. That is why I rent places that include laundry. And I can't be dragging things, who knows how far.
Oh yea they gave mom some different medication today. Her pupils were completely dilated. And she was very, as the word is, stoned. I don't trust this nurse at all. I feel she is someone who, out of spite would give my mother another type of medication.
I knew exactly the type of person she is from the start. I am never wrong on judging people's character. I am an expert at reading people. It is what I do.
Now mom was not that hungry, but I am glad I had fruit. She is not enjoying the meals their.
Mom has run out of two of her cosmetic products and I asked for help with this. And the PGT, in their wisdom, wrote me a letter that was, let us say, very unappreciated and blunt. Telling me that they don't care about this and they only supply the basics. That the home is their to supply her nutritional needs. Even though I have explained for years now, that this is not the case and for him to eat what mom has to eat, for one week.
This is the way of the PGT.
They make promises, as in all the promises of helping me get out to White Rock last fall and into the early part of this year. Only to deny it. Then I am told something else. And I say instead of this, I need to get to White Rock and I need the funds for this.
We never said that, was his exact words.
I stand up for my rights as a tenant and I will be evicted, Then, since I have not found a place yet, and don't know when I will. I will be living on the streets. I am almost their. At least the people who are homeless eat. Which it has been day 7 for me now.
Mom is requiring me to be their more often. I cannot wait for to long to move out their. This traveling is really killing me. I don't have time to actually get, even a part time job.
In White Rock there is the Alzheimer's Society. and other agencies that I am sure could use my help. Actually, it really doesn't matter what I do. Even if it is not in my area of education. Psychology.
I just need to work in the mornings to be their for mom in the afternoons and evening. And if I am close by. Easy to get home and do the things I need to do to get my web site up and running. And a few other things I have on my mind.
I need to be on my own, for mom's sake. To have her over for dinners and visits. I have even, now, been looking at shared accommodations again. Just to get out their. Not good. Not good for my psyche or welfare.
I just am very upset as I am finished playing games with everyone. And am finished playing games with the PGT. Keep your promises. Stop telling lies. I could be out their, with my own place and furnished by now. If I would of moved out last fall.
Need help, putting it out their again. Soon or I will be living on the street. I cannot and will not allow some crazy land lady to just dictate absurd rules, without following the law herself.
It is now 1 am and I am so tired and hungry today I need to go to bed. I ended up sleeping in today and took longer to get out their than usual.
And blah, blah blah. I walked etc... blah, blah and blah. I am getting use to it now.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
So a staff member can make threats against my person and nothing happens. But I am being harassed by the security. They are their everyday, when I get their, shortly after I get their and walk right by mom's room.
But the nurse can say that she should get her husband/boyfriend to come and deal with me.
Yet I am being harassed and I am the one at fault.
So I have an insane landlady, she is just crazy with rules that are completely against the law. I phoned the residential tenancy branch today. And I have a great case against her.
Now I have to look at a place tomorrow. But the problem I have is that every place requires me to have my own furniture. As usual. But I have none. And once I let the land lady know that she can't legally remove the laundry. She will immediately give me an eviction notice. That is what her and her mother are like. If you don't follow my rules, even if they are illegal, I will kick you out.
I know what will happen. I can't afford to go to the laundry mat. That is why I rent places that include laundry. And I can't be dragging things, who knows how far.
Oh yea they gave mom some different medication today. Her pupils were completely dilated. And she was very, as the word is, stoned. I don't trust this nurse at all. I feel she is someone who, out of spite would give my mother another type of medication.
I knew exactly the type of person she is from the start. I am never wrong on judging people's character. I am an expert at reading people. It is what I do.
Now mom was not that hungry, but I am glad I had fruit. She is not enjoying the meals their.
Mom has run out of two of her cosmetic products and I asked for help with this. And the PGT, in their wisdom, wrote me a letter that was, let us say, very unappreciated and blunt. Telling me that they don't care about this and they only supply the basics. That the home is their to supply her nutritional needs. Even though I have explained for years now, that this is not the case and for him to eat what mom has to eat, for one week.
This is the way of the PGT.
They make promises, as in all the promises of helping me get out to White Rock last fall and into the early part of this year. Only to deny it. Then I am told something else. And I say instead of this, I need to get to White Rock and I need the funds for this.
We never said that, was his exact words.
I stand up for my rights as a tenant and I will be evicted, Then, since I have not found a place yet, and don't know when I will. I will be living on the streets. I am almost their. At least the people who are homeless eat. Which it has been day 7 for me now.
Mom is requiring me to be their more often. I cannot wait for to long to move out their. This traveling is really killing me. I don't have time to actually get, even a part time job.
In White Rock there is the Alzheimer's Society. and other agencies that I am sure could use my help. Actually, it really doesn't matter what I do. Even if it is not in my area of education. Psychology.
I just need to work in the mornings to be their for mom in the afternoons and evening. And if I am close by. Easy to get home and do the things I need to do to get my web site up and running. And a few other things I have on my mind.
I need to be on my own, for mom's sake. To have her over for dinners and visits. I have even, now, been looking at shared accommodations again. Just to get out their. Not good. Not good for my psyche or welfare.
I just am very upset as I am finished playing games with everyone. And am finished playing games with the PGT. Keep your promises. Stop telling lies. I could be out their, with my own place and furnished by now. If I would of moved out last fall.
Need help, putting it out their again. Soon or I will be living on the street. I cannot and will not allow some crazy land lady to just dictate absurd rules, without following the law herself.
It is now 1 am and I am so tired and hungry today I need to go to bed. I ended up sleeping in today and took longer to get out their than usual.
And blah, blah blah. I walked etc... blah, blah and blah. I am getting use to it now.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
Thursday, June 7, 2012
The land lady is crazy
Hello again
Well the land lady was here today and caused me to be late to see mom.
She started telling me that there no more laundry to be done here. That there is a laundry mat down the road. I said the laundry is included and I can't afford to go to the laundry mat. And I will be doing everything by hand and hanging it up all over the place to dry.
She told me I can't do that and if I do she will kick me out.
She then told me I can't watch TV all night, Oh what she said was that I am watching TV all night and I can't do this anymore.
I said I get home at 11:00 pm and I do things and don't get to bed until 3 or 4 pm. She then told me that I am leaving the TV on all night in the living room.
She then said none of us can wear our shoes in the house anymore. Can't have any of our things in the living room.
She is turning the hear off and not to touch the controls. I told her that they don't work anyways. She told me that if I use my oil heater she will evict me.
And the list went on and on. She said she can do what she wants and if you don't like it I will evict you.
This is what I had to deal with before I even left to go to see my mother. So I am being forced to move. And I will be making a complaint with the tenancy branch.
Then the nurse that threatened me was all in my face tonight. In the kitchen when I tried to make hot water. Not allowing me to do this.
She was still repeating her threats to another nurse with her. I over heard this again.
The security was walking back and forth in the ward. Never saw them before up their. And now.
I want that nurse fired for making threats.
I will be filing a complaint with the human rights tribunal over this as well.
I am now out of some of mom's cream and no way of getting anymore. And the PGT is not going to help with this. I get things and leave them in the fridge for mom. Butter being one of the items. And she is out of this now. This is because they serve everything with no flavor. So butter helps
They still don't get that the lights bother mom and keep tilting her back to face the lights. They still aren't letting her move around on her own.
Time to have a chat with them, after I file a complaint.
It is now 12:38 am and time to go to bed, and watch TV all night. Oh yea, I have no cable in my room and haven't for over a month. So it can't be me. The land lady didn't hear this.
I can't do laundry, no groceries, not eating. Have a crazy land lady.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris
Well the land lady was here today and caused me to be late to see mom.
She started telling me that there no more laundry to be done here. That there is a laundry mat down the road. I said the laundry is included and I can't afford to go to the laundry mat. And I will be doing everything by hand and hanging it up all over the place to dry.
She told me I can't do that and if I do she will kick me out.
She then told me I can't watch TV all night, Oh what she said was that I am watching TV all night and I can't do this anymore.
I said I get home at 11:00 pm and I do things and don't get to bed until 3 or 4 pm. She then told me that I am leaving the TV on all night in the living room.
She then said none of us can wear our shoes in the house anymore. Can't have any of our things in the living room.
She is turning the hear off and not to touch the controls. I told her that they don't work anyways. She told me that if I use my oil heater she will evict me.
And the list went on and on. She said she can do what she wants and if you don't like it I will evict you.
This is what I had to deal with before I even left to go to see my mother. So I am being forced to move. And I will be making a complaint with the tenancy branch.
Then the nurse that threatened me was all in my face tonight. In the kitchen when I tried to make hot water. Not allowing me to do this.
She was still repeating her threats to another nurse with her. I over heard this again.
The security was walking back and forth in the ward. Never saw them before up their. And now.
I want that nurse fired for making threats.
I will be filing a complaint with the human rights tribunal over this as well.
I am now out of some of mom's cream and no way of getting anymore. And the PGT is not going to help with this. I get things and leave them in the fridge for mom. Butter being one of the items. And she is out of this now. This is because they serve everything with no flavor. So butter helps
They still don't get that the lights bother mom and keep tilting her back to face the lights. They still aren't letting her move around on her own.
Time to have a chat with them, after I file a complaint.
It is now 12:38 am and time to go to bed, and watch TV all night. Oh yea, I have no cable in my room and haven't for over a month. So it can't be me. The land lady didn't hear this.
I can't do laundry, no groceries, not eating. Have a crazy land lady.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Today was very interesting/maybe not
Hello again Day 5
So I walked and so I hitched hiked, blah, blah, blah. It took me hours to get home. Blah, blah, blah.
Now for something completely different.
Tonight after finishing most of mom's spa treatment. We, mom and I, waited for over 1/2 hours for someone to come to get mom ready for bed. When a staff came in I mentioned that mom usually gets ready for bed before 7 pm, and that this was an understanding. Because I travel by bus to get out here and back. It is a long way.
She tells me that she has 12 people to do and she is just temporary. That she gets everyone done by 8 pm. I just said it was an understanding we had.
Another staff member came in to get mom ready and I kissed mom and told her I would be out their in the hallway.
So I went and made some hot water for tea. While in the kitchen, I was reading a news paper and the nurse comes in and tells me that I was rude to her staff and was demanding that mom get ready for bed before 7 pm and then started to speak to me in a condescending manner. I said to her I am going to stop you now, I never spoke to anyone in that way and I don't speak to anyone in a rude condescending manner.
I simply said that there was an understanding that mom should be ready for bed by 7 pm. That I live in Coquitlam and I travel by transit. That I still, after you get her ready for bed, have to finish the spa treatment. She started yelling at me.
I stopped her again and said you have no right to speak to me in such a manner, I don't have to except this. She walked away and was still speaking at me. Notice I said speaking at me.
I started to walk back to mom's room and she was walking towards me and I did say I knew you were like this from the start. Could be a problem. She stopped and stood in front of me and blocked my path and told me she is going to call security because of the way I was speaking to her.
I said that it is not me who is speaking in a condescending manner. I said to her that mom lives here and pays. She told me that she doesn't care if my mother lives here and pays. I just walked away back towards mom's room.
I was waiting, which I thought they were still getting mom ready for bed. And while waiting I over heard the nurse tell another nurse that maybe she should get her husband or boy friend to come and deal with this matter. She continued to rant for over 5 minutes to the other nurse about this and said that if I come at her again she will call security.
I then found out that mom was finished and had been for a while. So I just finished mom's spa treatment and left. The nurse started coming at me again.
She made threats against me, so I left and went and told the security about this. And said that if she does bring anyone to deal with this, as she said I will call the police. I am disabled and I do not take threats lightly.
Now I will be hearing from the social worker tomorrow.
I will say this again, I am an expert at reading people and I am never wrong. I read this nurse from the start. Since mom has been their, she has never once spoke to me or even given me the time of the day. I do however, speak with all the other staff. We get along well.
I am well liked by most people whom I come in contact with. I don't speak to anyone in a condescending manner, I am very polite and courteous to all. I was raised to be this way. Polite
So off I went walking and hitch hiking blah, blah and blah.
And when I got home I had to deal with the fact that the land lady was here and now the laundry is not included in the rent.
I don't drive and have no money to go to the laundry mat. Where ever this may be. So now I won't be able to have clean clothing. Or do the towels and the blanket for mom.
So even laundry is being taken away from me. OK.
I put an add on craigslist to find a shared accommodation in White Rock. I guess I need to move. Well I do. No matter what now. I can't go an entire month without doing laundry. Both of my roommates have cars and work, so they don't care if they go to the laundry mat. But I do.
I am not eating and I am very tired lately.
So I am going to just walk. I don't know what to do now.
I need to go to bed. Go inside, as I am cold. And I will have to deal with the social worker tomorrow about tonight.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
So I walked and so I hitched hiked, blah, blah, blah. It took me hours to get home. Blah, blah, blah.
Now for something completely different.
Tonight after finishing most of mom's spa treatment. We, mom and I, waited for over 1/2 hours for someone to come to get mom ready for bed. When a staff came in I mentioned that mom usually gets ready for bed before 7 pm, and that this was an understanding. Because I travel by bus to get out here and back. It is a long way.
She tells me that she has 12 people to do and she is just temporary. That she gets everyone done by 8 pm. I just said it was an understanding we had.
Another staff member came in to get mom ready and I kissed mom and told her I would be out their in the hallway.
So I went and made some hot water for tea. While in the kitchen, I was reading a news paper and the nurse comes in and tells me that I was rude to her staff and was demanding that mom get ready for bed before 7 pm and then started to speak to me in a condescending manner. I said to her I am going to stop you now, I never spoke to anyone in that way and I don't speak to anyone in a rude condescending manner.
I simply said that there was an understanding that mom should be ready for bed by 7 pm. That I live in Coquitlam and I travel by transit. That I still, after you get her ready for bed, have to finish the spa treatment. She started yelling at me.
I stopped her again and said you have no right to speak to me in such a manner, I don't have to except this. She walked away and was still speaking at me. Notice I said speaking at me.
I started to walk back to mom's room and she was walking towards me and I did say I knew you were like this from the start. Could be a problem. She stopped and stood in front of me and blocked my path and told me she is going to call security because of the way I was speaking to her.
I said that it is not me who is speaking in a condescending manner. I said to her that mom lives here and pays. She told me that she doesn't care if my mother lives here and pays. I just walked away back towards mom's room.
I was waiting, which I thought they were still getting mom ready for bed. And while waiting I over heard the nurse tell another nurse that maybe she should get her husband or boy friend to come and deal with this matter. She continued to rant for over 5 minutes to the other nurse about this and said that if I come at her again she will call security.
I then found out that mom was finished and had been for a while. So I just finished mom's spa treatment and left. The nurse started coming at me again.
She made threats against me, so I left and went and told the security about this. And said that if she does bring anyone to deal with this, as she said I will call the police. I am disabled and I do not take threats lightly.
Now I will be hearing from the social worker tomorrow.
I will say this again, I am an expert at reading people and I am never wrong. I read this nurse from the start. Since mom has been their, she has never once spoke to me or even given me the time of the day. I do however, speak with all the other staff. We get along well.
I am well liked by most people whom I come in contact with. I don't speak to anyone in a condescending manner, I am very polite and courteous to all. I was raised to be this way. Polite
So off I went walking and hitch hiking blah, blah and blah.
And when I got home I had to deal with the fact that the land lady was here and now the laundry is not included in the rent.
I don't drive and have no money to go to the laundry mat. Where ever this may be. So now I won't be able to have clean clothing. Or do the towels and the blanket for mom.
So even laundry is being taken away from me. OK.
I put an add on craigslist to find a shared accommodation in White Rock. I guess I need to move. Well I do. No matter what now. I can't go an entire month without doing laundry. Both of my roommates have cars and work, so they don't care if they go to the laundry mat. But I do.
I am not eating and I am very tired lately.
So I am going to just walk. I don't know what to do now.
I need to go to bed. Go inside, as I am cold. And I will have to deal with the social worker tomorrow about tonight.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Pain
Hello again
So tonight after I left my visit with mom, I ended up walking for 2 1/2 hours before I got a ride. It is 16 th avenue where mom is and I was at 83 Avenue when I finally got a ride.
I can really move when I am pissed off. I don't care about the pain either. I just put it away and go. I was not going to just stand there, in the rain. So I walked and walked.
And at 12:30 am I arrived home to an empty fridge and cupboard. Again, 4 days now, without a meal. My knee gave out twice while walking. And well, now I feel every bit of the pain. Not very comfortable if I say so.
And once I arrived home, I had emails to reply too. Well, not yet, as I am writing this first.
So I was able to entertain mom tonight. I have this problem, and it is that I can spill anything on me, even it is on the other side of the table.
I opened a glass of cranberry juice, and put it to the side after mom had some. Not very long after this, not paying attention, I moved my elbow and over it went, All over my pants and the side of my shirt. They were Khaki pants and a white polo shirt. . As I said they were. Cranberry juice is just as tough to get out as tea is.
I only have two pairs of pants, and now one is ruined. OK not ruined, just a cranberry juice stain. And I only have 4 shirts and one is now ruined. A white polo shirt.
But I can laugh at this. As it is not the first time I have spilled stuff on myself. Mom had a good laugh. And I laughed with her. She then stroked the side of my face. As in I am sorry, you are such a klutz. It was very funny.
Mom is in their. I have always said this. It is just she has had a stroke and thus affected her speech. And the same for her left arm.
If they even had any clue, mom would be able to use her arm again and with proper therapy, could speak again. When relaxed mom can speak clearly.
This is one reason I need to be in White Rock. So I can get mom the therapy she needs. Whether I do it myself or not.
But I need to be out their to do this.
And if it were not for the great drivers that I know, I would not been able to even get out there. I am sending my thanks to them. Even though none of them read this.
So mom was tired last night. And the meal they served was just disgusting looking and I guess it tasted very bad as well. From the look on mom's face when she ate some. Mom did not eat her meal. I only had a mango and some pudding for her. But she did drink the Ensure. Mom knew that this is what she needed to get some proper nutrition into her. Again mom is their. Just no one cares to even try to help her out.
Just let her do nothing. Not even get around on her own. And tomorrow/today I need to be at the dental appointment for mom, but no way of getting their. As I don't know the drivers in the morning. And have to wait until the afternoon.
Mom tonight just wanted to listen to music and for me to not sing. She said it is not that I don't have a good voice, but she just wanted to listen to the music and relax.
Which, by the time, I am almost finished her spa treatment, mom is ready to sleep. And then she is disturbed by having to get ready for bed. This mom is not to impressed with.
So I am in extreme pain right now and very hungry.
Mom is needing me more and more now. I am her world. She knows I am going to be their everyday. And she knows I am trying to get out their.
I have not told her that I am hitch hiking home at night. Nor does she know I go without dinner or anything for extended periods of time. Never going to happen. I leave everything at the door when I get their. Bad mood, pain, feelings of worthlessness.
I am their for mom and I don't care a bit of about me. I really don't give a crap about myself. I am nothing. Just a piece of #%#% and don't deserve my mother's attention.
I have to go now.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
So tonight after I left my visit with mom, I ended up walking for 2 1/2 hours before I got a ride. It is 16 th avenue where mom is and I was at 83 Avenue when I finally got a ride.
I can really move when I am pissed off. I don't care about the pain either. I just put it away and go. I was not going to just stand there, in the rain. So I walked and walked.
And at 12:30 am I arrived home to an empty fridge and cupboard. Again, 4 days now, without a meal. My knee gave out twice while walking. And well, now I feel every bit of the pain. Not very comfortable if I say so.
And once I arrived home, I had emails to reply too. Well, not yet, as I am writing this first.
So I was able to entertain mom tonight. I have this problem, and it is that I can spill anything on me, even it is on the other side of the table.
I opened a glass of cranberry juice, and put it to the side after mom had some. Not very long after this, not paying attention, I moved my elbow and over it went, All over my pants and the side of my shirt. They were Khaki pants and a white polo shirt. . As I said they were. Cranberry juice is just as tough to get out as tea is.
I only have two pairs of pants, and now one is ruined. OK not ruined, just a cranberry juice stain. And I only have 4 shirts and one is now ruined. A white polo shirt.
But I can laugh at this. As it is not the first time I have spilled stuff on myself. Mom had a good laugh. And I laughed with her. She then stroked the side of my face. As in I am sorry, you are such a klutz. It was very funny.
Mom is in their. I have always said this. It is just she has had a stroke and thus affected her speech. And the same for her left arm.
If they even had any clue, mom would be able to use her arm again and with proper therapy, could speak again. When relaxed mom can speak clearly.
This is one reason I need to be in White Rock. So I can get mom the therapy she needs. Whether I do it myself or not.
But I need to be out their to do this.
And if it were not for the great drivers that I know, I would not been able to even get out there. I am sending my thanks to them. Even though none of them read this.
So mom was tired last night. And the meal they served was just disgusting looking and I guess it tasted very bad as well. From the look on mom's face when she ate some. Mom did not eat her meal. I only had a mango and some pudding for her. But she did drink the Ensure. Mom knew that this is what she needed to get some proper nutrition into her. Again mom is their. Just no one cares to even try to help her out.
Just let her do nothing. Not even get around on her own. And tomorrow/today I need to be at the dental appointment for mom, but no way of getting their. As I don't know the drivers in the morning. And have to wait until the afternoon.
Mom tonight just wanted to listen to music and for me to not sing. She said it is not that I don't have a good voice, but she just wanted to listen to the music and relax.
Which, by the time, I am almost finished her spa treatment, mom is ready to sleep. And then she is disturbed by having to get ready for bed. This mom is not to impressed with.
So I am in extreme pain right now and very hungry.
Mom is needing me more and more now. I am her world. She knows I am going to be their everyday. And she knows I am trying to get out their.
I have not told her that I am hitch hiking home at night. Nor does she know I go without dinner or anything for extended periods of time. Never going to happen. I leave everything at the door when I get their. Bad mood, pain, feelings of worthlessness.
I am their for mom and I don't care a bit of about me. I really don't give a crap about myself. I am nothing. Just a piece of #%#% and don't deserve my mother's attention.
I have to go now.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
Monday, June 4, 2012
The right thing
Hello again
When I was raised I was taught that if you do the right thing. Good things will happen to you. WHERE!
I don't care what happens after mom passes away. I only care about what happens now, and the good I can do for mom. NOW!
I don't care what happens to me afterwards either. I just got home, right before I started to write this. And again I had to walk out of White Rock and hitch hike. Let me put it in perspective for you.
Mom is on 16 the Avenue. I had to walk to 42 nd Avenue before I could start hitch hiking. This is where the city ends and the rural area starts.
I left early, at 7 pm, instead of waiting until mom goes to sleep. Which is what I do. I sit or stand and hold her hand while she falls asleep.
Mom likes to hold my hand, the entire time I am their. And I am OK with this. It is surprising how fast one can learn to do everything with just the one hand.
I am extremely pissed off and I am swearing allot more than I normally swear. Which is not very often. I have had to hitch hike since Friday June 1, 2012. I don't have a bus pass for the month of June.
Mom has a dental appointment on Tuesday and I need to be their for her. To make sure they do the right tooth first. Which they have neglected to do for, well, since the start of the appointments. Mom has a bad tooth that is hurting her.
I only know the drivers, that drive latter in the day. I don't know any of the morning drivers. I have left early, and stood around on the side of 152 nd street hitch hiking. For 1 hour.
Now I am pissed off at the PGT. I need to be their on Tuesday by 12:30 pm to down to the dental office with mom. And then stick around until latter. The normal time. Mom will have a nap in the afternoon, after the dentist. And I have now way of getting their.
I am not impressed with the Sunday Christians. Who say I am going to feed the homeless. What about the individuals out their who have a home, but nothing else. That are doing what is right, and taking care of their parent. I want to go back to church, but I won't until I find a church that has values and believes in their family of parishioners.
The Mormons have this belief. And the Church of Latter day saints.
I am in extreme pain and today I am starving. But with nothing to eat. At all, Normally tea keeps the hunger at bay, no tea.
Someone wrote to me, telling me that they don't believe me when I say I give my mother a spa treatment every night. They told me to video it. Come on now, that is a private moment.
And I have always made it known, that to verify anything, mom is in the Al Hogg pavilion, third floor. My last name. White Rock BC Canada.
I don't lie;.
I have been threatened with law suits, I have picketed the PGT. I have written this blog for over three years. I am their for my mother everyday. No matter what. Even having to hitch hike back home at night.
I am going to write the PGT now.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
When I was raised I was taught that if you do the right thing. Good things will happen to you. WHERE!
I don't care what happens after mom passes away. I only care about what happens now, and the good I can do for mom. NOW!
I don't care what happens to me afterwards either. I just got home, right before I started to write this. And again I had to walk out of White Rock and hitch hike. Let me put it in perspective for you.
Mom is on 16 the Avenue. I had to walk to 42 nd Avenue before I could start hitch hiking. This is where the city ends and the rural area starts.
I left early, at 7 pm, instead of waiting until mom goes to sleep. Which is what I do. I sit or stand and hold her hand while she falls asleep.
Mom likes to hold my hand, the entire time I am their. And I am OK with this. It is surprising how fast one can learn to do everything with just the one hand.
I am extremely pissed off and I am swearing allot more than I normally swear. Which is not very often. I have had to hitch hike since Friday June 1, 2012. I don't have a bus pass for the month of June.
Mom has a dental appointment on Tuesday and I need to be their for her. To make sure they do the right tooth first. Which they have neglected to do for, well, since the start of the appointments. Mom has a bad tooth that is hurting her.
I only know the drivers, that drive latter in the day. I don't know any of the morning drivers. I have left early, and stood around on the side of 152 nd street hitch hiking. For 1 hour.
Now I am pissed off at the PGT. I need to be their on Tuesday by 12:30 pm to down to the dental office with mom. And then stick around until latter. The normal time. Mom will have a nap in the afternoon, after the dentist. And I have now way of getting their.
I am not impressed with the Sunday Christians. Who say I am going to feed the homeless. What about the individuals out their who have a home, but nothing else. That are doing what is right, and taking care of their parent. I want to go back to church, but I won't until I find a church that has values and believes in their family of parishioners.
The Mormons have this belief. And the Church of Latter day saints.
I am in extreme pain and today I am starving. But with nothing to eat. At all, Normally tea keeps the hunger at bay, no tea.
Someone wrote to me, telling me that they don't believe me when I say I give my mother a spa treatment every night. They told me to video it. Come on now, that is a private moment.
And I have always made it known, that to verify anything, mom is in the Al Hogg pavilion, third floor. My last name. White Rock BC Canada.
I don't lie;.
I have been threatened with law suits, I have picketed the PGT. I have written this blog for over three years. I am their for my mother everyday. No matter what. Even having to hitch hike back home at night.
I am going to write the PGT now.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Sunday, June 3, 2012
A long walk home.
Hello again
I just walked in the door 15 minutes ago. And dragged everything I need to set my computer up outside again. I started laundry, mom's and mine. I bring all the towels and a blanket home every Saturday night to wash. I use my own towels for mom's spa treatment. And I make sure mom's favorite blanket is washed and fresh for her. If I could I would wash it more often. But I only have one day a week that I can do laundry. Which is on Sunday's. But I do mine Saturday night, when I get home. I have no time on Sunday's. I also will bring whatever clothing that mom used today and wash that as well. Plus the pillow cases.
So today, I went to the bus loop and looked around for a driver I knew. It took me an hour, but I found someone I knew and was able to get a transfer. So I got out their OK. But on the way home. Another story all together. I don't know the driver's out in Surrey well enough to get a transfer. So again I walked out of White Rock, this time I had to walk a long way. Then I could not walk anymore and I just stood their. For 45 minutes this time. And the 1 and half hours it took me walking.
So I left at 7:30 and arrived home at 12:00 am midnight
I am feeling trapped living here in Coquitlam. If I work full time, I cannot do what is needed for mom. If I don't work full time. I am trapped in Coquitlam. I am broke and go hungry all the time. I would rather go hungry than not get mom everything she needs. This is what I do now. And this is why I ask for help all the time.
I figure someone would take responsibility to help another individual out. Who is doing the right thing and caring for someone other than himself. Someone who takes the time to do the things that need to be done.
I don't want to be out here anymore. I need to be in white Rock. I am done with Coquitlam. Mom's life is in White Rock and so is mine. I loved living in Coquitlam, but it is time to be where I am needed
I am so pissed off right now. Especially at the PGT. They just don't get it. Promises were made and then denied. Over and over again. I am told one thing, only to be told they didn't say this. Even though I remind them of the email they sent me.
I am not going to be able to continue to hitch hike their and back.
I need to go, I am done for the night and I am extremely hungry. I don't know!
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Back at it again tomorrow.
I just walked in the door 15 minutes ago. And dragged everything I need to set my computer up outside again. I started laundry, mom's and mine. I bring all the towels and a blanket home every Saturday night to wash. I use my own towels for mom's spa treatment. And I make sure mom's favorite blanket is washed and fresh for her. If I could I would wash it more often. But I only have one day a week that I can do laundry. Which is on Sunday's. But I do mine Saturday night, when I get home. I have no time on Sunday's. I also will bring whatever clothing that mom used today and wash that as well. Plus the pillow cases.
So today, I went to the bus loop and looked around for a driver I knew. It took me an hour, but I found someone I knew and was able to get a transfer. So I got out their OK. But on the way home. Another story all together. I don't know the driver's out in Surrey well enough to get a transfer. So again I walked out of White Rock, this time I had to walk a long way. Then I could not walk anymore and I just stood their. For 45 minutes this time. And the 1 and half hours it took me walking.
So I left at 7:30 and arrived home at 12:00 am midnight
I am feeling trapped living here in Coquitlam. If I work full time, I cannot do what is needed for mom. If I don't work full time. I am trapped in Coquitlam. I am broke and go hungry all the time. I would rather go hungry than not get mom everything she needs. This is what I do now. And this is why I ask for help all the time.
I figure someone would take responsibility to help another individual out. Who is doing the right thing and caring for someone other than himself. Someone who takes the time to do the things that need to be done.
I don't want to be out here anymore. I need to be in white Rock. I am done with Coquitlam. Mom's life is in White Rock and so is mine. I loved living in Coquitlam, but it is time to be where I am needed
I am so pissed off right now. Especially at the PGT. They just don't get it. Promises were made and then denied. Over and over again. I am told one thing, only to be told they didn't say this. Even though I remind them of the email they sent me.
I am not going to be able to continue to hitch hike their and back.
I need to go, I am done for the night and I am extremely hungry. I don't know!
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Back at it again tomorrow.
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