Hello again
So today mom is still feeling under the weather. She was sweating quit a bit last night. I could tell by her hair. And she wanted to go to bed right away when I arrived their. But I brought her some prawns, lemon butter, and then I stopped at this place and got her a beef donair. And I still had some of the frozen fruit drink left.
When she found this out, she changed her mind, and when she tasted the donair, she wanted more of it. Which she at most of the donair and almost all of the prawns. But she needed the frozen drink to help get it down. A sore throat.
But mom ate, and this is good. She has not eaten much over the last few days, because of this cold. And she also drank some of the Ensure. I finished it and it is not very good. Boost tastes better.
Mom was in a better mood tonight and did not take any swings at me. I gave her the spa treatment, and she loved it as usual. Mom did start getting angry when she had to wait for the staff to come and change her. After 7:00 pm. Which I did worn the staff member that mom was a little angry and would fight her. And I explained that mom is use to being changed before this, a long time before this and is sick and wants to just go to sleep. I very politely explained this to her.
I put all her clothing on plastic hangers, and laid out a nice summer outfit for her tomorrow. Which, the hospital is having a county fair. I will be getting out their early, to bring her down to the fair. In the parking lot.
And after I have to go look at a place in White Rock. For 3:45 pm. Then return right afterwards for mom's dinner time.
Now yesterday, I received an email of a threatening nature from the PGT.
Now I need to let them know, that if I become homeless, l will be camped out in front of their office with picket signs and a newly developed flyer.
And I will write on the flyer about how the PGT took a van away from me and gave it to my sister, under the assumption that she would use it to take mom out and about. But I warned them that this would never happen.
Then they hired a companion service, at their discretion, without asking any of us, or myself for permission to do this. Then spending over $50,000.00 on said companion service. Of mom's money.
And refused to release funds to purchase mom furniture for her room. When she was in Abbostford. So I had to settle a ICBC claim, early. Extremely early. Thus costing me allot of money. And I purchased the furniture myself.
They don't release funds for me to take mom to different doctors. They simple say that the doctors at the hospital are good enough. Which we all know are bias.
These are a few points of the many I will write on the flyer.
But it is now 1: 00 am and I need to get up early to get on the road. I have to stop at purulator to pick up a box, which I do not remember ordering anything. I have no money to buy anything. So I go to find out what it is. Because, again, I never ordered anything.
But I go now.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Oh yea I have not solved my living situation and the landlord came over today and I had to lie to her.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
The PGT are really
Hello again
So tonight mom was still feeling under the weather. OK feeling worse than yesterday. It is expected though. Since she is getting/has a cold or flu. I did notice that she did sweat allot last night. And her throat was still sore. Which meant, mom did not want to eat much. But the way she ate tonight, was taking some of her dinner and then some of the frozen juice with it. She is clammy. A little warm, with cold feet.
I tried to get her to eat more, but this was not in the cards. Mom just wanted to go to bed, and trying to feed her, was getting in the way of her going to bed. She started to get angry and took a few swings at me.
This is expected, considering she is sick. She just wanted to go to bed. And when I brought her to her room, she wanted to go to bed right away. I was not even able to change her this evening. So I just gave her the nightly spa treatment. And at first she was not a happy person. She did need more to drink. Which I make sure she gets allot of. I have her favorite drinks. All coke products by the way. The water, her fuze and a coke. Plus she loves the Earl Grey tea I bring.
This Earl Grey tea is from Starbucks. Which I am boycotting, In a way. I am only buying the tea in the box and not purchasing any tea, by the cup. It is as I have written in the past. The Starbucks, in White Rock, their water is tepid. And I have complained about this since last September. Almost a year now. And nothing was every done about it. I wrote them and all they did was send me coupons for free drinks. Which was nice, but they never solved the problem.
I think I wrote about this to many times now.
Anyways, mom gets some of each drink, many times in a night. She likes it this way. Variety. But she ate most of her frozen fresh fruit drink. Which is very good for her. She didn't even want her Kiwi, or mango or the Papaya. This is a dead give away that she is sick. I knew it anyways. I can tell when things are different in mom. I got the nurse to take her temperature and was a little high And I found out that the bug has been going around the ward.
I did, however, forgot to tell the care aid that mom was in a angry mood and to be careful of her right hook. OOP's As she mentioned this to me after she changed her. That mom was angry. I did apologize to her for not telling her in advance.
So I received another email from the PGT and still no help. So let me summarize this. No help with moving from anyone. No furniture, bed etc... And now, I can't get my rent back from the guy. Even though I explained to him, and the PGT, about my surgery. And now, the landlord, here in Coquitlam, is on me for rent. I don't have it. Or any other money at all.
I will be contacting someone tomorrow, to see about what can be done about this. I need to do something. As of next week, I will be homeless. I don't even have a place to store my mother's and my belongings.
And if I don't find help, I will be forced to cancel the surgery, again.
I guess I will have to return the call from the reporter of the Sun and give him everything I have on the PGT. I don't want to do anything like this.
But the case manager made threats against me today. Financial.
But it is late and I need to get to bed. Need to get up and figure out what to do about getting rent together.
And on Saturday I am looking at another place in White Rock. I don't know. This is just a shared accommodation. All I will need is a bed and dresser. Which, well, nothing.
So
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland.
So tonight mom was still feeling under the weather. OK feeling worse than yesterday. It is expected though. Since she is getting/has a cold or flu. I did notice that she did sweat allot last night. And her throat was still sore. Which meant, mom did not want to eat much. But the way she ate tonight, was taking some of her dinner and then some of the frozen juice with it. She is clammy. A little warm, with cold feet.
I tried to get her to eat more, but this was not in the cards. Mom just wanted to go to bed, and trying to feed her, was getting in the way of her going to bed. She started to get angry and took a few swings at me.
This is expected, considering she is sick. She just wanted to go to bed. And when I brought her to her room, she wanted to go to bed right away. I was not even able to change her this evening. So I just gave her the nightly spa treatment. And at first she was not a happy person. She did need more to drink. Which I make sure she gets allot of. I have her favorite drinks. All coke products by the way. The water, her fuze and a coke. Plus she loves the Earl Grey tea I bring.
This Earl Grey tea is from Starbucks. Which I am boycotting, In a way. I am only buying the tea in the box and not purchasing any tea, by the cup. It is as I have written in the past. The Starbucks, in White Rock, their water is tepid. And I have complained about this since last September. Almost a year now. And nothing was every done about it. I wrote them and all they did was send me coupons for free drinks. Which was nice, but they never solved the problem.
I think I wrote about this to many times now.
Anyways, mom gets some of each drink, many times in a night. She likes it this way. Variety. But she ate most of her frozen fresh fruit drink. Which is very good for her. She didn't even want her Kiwi, or mango or the Papaya. This is a dead give away that she is sick. I knew it anyways. I can tell when things are different in mom. I got the nurse to take her temperature and was a little high And I found out that the bug has been going around the ward.
I did, however, forgot to tell the care aid that mom was in a angry mood and to be careful of her right hook. OOP's As she mentioned this to me after she changed her. That mom was angry. I did apologize to her for not telling her in advance.
So I received another email from the PGT and still no help. So let me summarize this. No help with moving from anyone. No furniture, bed etc... And now, I can't get my rent back from the guy. Even though I explained to him, and the PGT, about my surgery. And now, the landlord, here in Coquitlam, is on me for rent. I don't have it. Or any other money at all.
I will be contacting someone tomorrow, to see about what can be done about this. I need to do something. As of next week, I will be homeless. I don't even have a place to store my mother's and my belongings.
And if I don't find help, I will be forced to cancel the surgery, again.
I guess I will have to return the call from the reporter of the Sun and give him everything I have on the PGT. I don't want to do anything like this.
But the case manager made threats against me today. Financial.
But it is late and I need to get to bed. Need to get up and figure out what to do about getting rent together.
And on Saturday I am looking at another place in White Rock. I don't know. This is just a shared accommodation. All I will need is a bed and dresser. Which, well, nothing.
So
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
I am screwed thanks to the PGT
Hello again
Well today, because of the stress I am under, well actually, for the last two days, I have not wanted to get out of bed. Saying mom will understand if I don't come to visit her, because I am feeling crappy about myself and don't want to get out of bed. Or the stress is killing me, not having a place to live after this weekend. Back to this later.
Now, two women passed away this week. I had a feeling about this. Well I felt death. Weird, don't you think. One of them was 101 years old and the other was 98 years old. They both lived a long time and I hope their last days were full of family members being around them. Not alone. This is what I am afraid of with mom. Her passing away alone.
This is why I pray so hard that I win the lottery, so I can buy a place and have mom their. My dream is this. I don't want her passing away with no one their by her side. This is making me cry right now. I am sad, about this.
Mom is sick, she is getting a cold or has one. I knew this was coming, I could see it a few days ago. I asked the nurse to cheque her temperature, but she didn't. If she would of, mom would get the proper care. I have been putting Vick's on her chest for the last several days now. And tonight she was leaning over, very tired and listless.
Mom barley ate anything. Thank GOD for Ensure. I did have a frozen fresh fruit drink I made for her. You see, I don't throw out the fruit that is a few days old. And throw it in the freezer. Then make a drink for her. This was a strawberry/Papaya/ Gold Kiwi drink. Mom ate/drank allot of it. And threw it in the freezer at her home. The Al Hogg pavilion, floor three, room 342. Sharing with Lora. Who is on her last legs. Bed ridden.
Her son comes in at dinner time, for about 5 minutes. And that is that. Lora does like the music I play for mom.
Mom, well, she drank half of the Ensure, ate some of her diner. Did not even want her Lindor chocolate. Or the mango I brought her. She just kept pulling on her the, I don't even know what to call it. The apparatus that is used to lift her out of her chair.Which is always under her on the chair. But she kept pulling on one of the straps. And motioning for me to give her the spa treatment. So I made sure she was finished eating and took her to bed, changed her into her night gown and put her to bed.
While giving her the spa treatment, I received a call from the landlord in White Rock. I asked for my money back due to the surgery I need and have received an early date. Earlier than November, which is when I was to go in. I met him down stairs and only received $100.00 of all the money I gave to him. Over $1000.00. And now I don't have rent for this place I am in, in Coquitlam. I have staled the landlord out for a week, but that week is almost up.
I have contacted the ministry and was told to take him to the residential tenancy branch and file a complaint. Which will take a month. I don't have a month. I have a few days. I am short $465.00 now. I have no other money. I thought he would understand about the surgery and at least give me back some of the money I paid to him. But no.
So I have asked the PGT and their answer is no. They don't give a crap if I am homeless now. I could not even get my things moved, no furniture from anywhere. And now, that I need a place without stairs, which is here. I can't even pay rent. I need a stable place I can live to recover from surgery. I can't cancel again. If I do, I will have to start over with another specialist and wait even longer. I am tired of using the cane. And on top of this, I still need my hip operated on.
I don't have any place to put my mothers and my belongings. And if I am homeless, what do I do about visiting mom. Yes I can go to see her, but what do I do afterwards. Where do I go. Where do I even shower. Or keep my clothing clean. At least here, even though we can't use the washer and dryer anymore. I can wash my clothes by hand.
There has been a reporter, from the Vancouver Sun, who is doing an article on the treatment of seniors and health care for them, trying to contact me. He has left a few messages. But I have been trying to be kind and not go there with the PGT. Trying to play fair with them. And be nice.
I am pissed off at them, I need a place to live. Actually, we all need a place to live. I will have to recover for a least a couple of months, with extensive rehab/physiotherapy. And if I don't have a place to live, I can't do any of this and will have to cancel the surgery. Which, again, is not a viable option. Been waiting for two years now. And I can't handle the pain anymore. Or using the cane.
So please pray for me, or what ever.
I need to go to bed and dwell on this nonsense. Try to get some sleep. I have to much to do and mom is sick and needs me to be their to take care of her.
GOD bless and good night.
Write the PGT, phone them.
Well today, because of the stress I am under, well actually, for the last two days, I have not wanted to get out of bed. Saying mom will understand if I don't come to visit her, because I am feeling crappy about myself and don't want to get out of bed. Or the stress is killing me, not having a place to live after this weekend. Back to this later.
Now, two women passed away this week. I had a feeling about this. Well I felt death. Weird, don't you think. One of them was 101 years old and the other was 98 years old. They both lived a long time and I hope their last days were full of family members being around them. Not alone. This is what I am afraid of with mom. Her passing away alone.
This is why I pray so hard that I win the lottery, so I can buy a place and have mom their. My dream is this. I don't want her passing away with no one their by her side. This is making me cry right now. I am sad, about this.
Mom is sick, she is getting a cold or has one. I knew this was coming, I could see it a few days ago. I asked the nurse to cheque her temperature, but she didn't. If she would of, mom would get the proper care. I have been putting Vick's on her chest for the last several days now. And tonight she was leaning over, very tired and listless.
Mom barley ate anything. Thank GOD for Ensure. I did have a frozen fresh fruit drink I made for her. You see, I don't throw out the fruit that is a few days old. And throw it in the freezer. Then make a drink for her. This was a strawberry/Papaya/ Gold Kiwi drink. Mom ate/drank allot of it. And threw it in the freezer at her home. The Al Hogg pavilion, floor three, room 342. Sharing with Lora. Who is on her last legs. Bed ridden.
Her son comes in at dinner time, for about 5 minutes. And that is that. Lora does like the music I play for mom.
Mom, well, she drank half of the Ensure, ate some of her diner. Did not even want her Lindor chocolate. Or the mango I brought her. She just kept pulling on her the, I don't even know what to call it. The apparatus that is used to lift her out of her chair.Which is always under her on the chair. But she kept pulling on one of the straps. And motioning for me to give her the spa treatment. So I made sure she was finished eating and took her to bed, changed her into her night gown and put her to bed.
While giving her the spa treatment, I received a call from the landlord in White Rock. I asked for my money back due to the surgery I need and have received an early date. Earlier than November, which is when I was to go in. I met him down stairs and only received $100.00 of all the money I gave to him. Over $1000.00. And now I don't have rent for this place I am in, in Coquitlam. I have staled the landlord out for a week, but that week is almost up.
I have contacted the ministry and was told to take him to the residential tenancy branch and file a complaint. Which will take a month. I don't have a month. I have a few days. I am short $465.00 now. I have no other money. I thought he would understand about the surgery and at least give me back some of the money I paid to him. But no.
So I have asked the PGT and their answer is no. They don't give a crap if I am homeless now. I could not even get my things moved, no furniture from anywhere. And now, that I need a place without stairs, which is here. I can't even pay rent. I need a stable place I can live to recover from surgery. I can't cancel again. If I do, I will have to start over with another specialist and wait even longer. I am tired of using the cane. And on top of this, I still need my hip operated on.
I don't have any place to put my mothers and my belongings. And if I am homeless, what do I do about visiting mom. Yes I can go to see her, but what do I do afterwards. Where do I go. Where do I even shower. Or keep my clothing clean. At least here, even though we can't use the washer and dryer anymore. I can wash my clothes by hand.
There has been a reporter, from the Vancouver Sun, who is doing an article on the treatment of seniors and health care for them, trying to contact me. He has left a few messages. But I have been trying to be kind and not go there with the PGT. Trying to play fair with them. And be nice.
I am pissed off at them, I need a place to live. Actually, we all need a place to live. I will have to recover for a least a couple of months, with extensive rehab/physiotherapy. And if I don't have a place to live, I can't do any of this and will have to cancel the surgery. Which, again, is not a viable option. Been waiting for two years now. And I can't handle the pain anymore. Or using the cane.
So please pray for me, or what ever.
I need to go to bed and dwell on this nonsense. Try to get some sleep. I have to much to do and mom is sick and needs me to be their to take care of her.
GOD bless and good night.
Write the PGT, phone them.
Monday, July 2, 2012
I just can't move into an empty
Hello again
I left early today, because it is Canada Day, 145 years old we are. And I thought that the bus would be packed and the traffic would be bad. It was! It took 15 minutes longer to get down town. It was OK, as I arrived in White Rock one half hour early.
So when I arrived at the home, mom was hungry. I had a Papaya, gold Kiwi, and avocado and an Asian Pear. Plus some asiago cheese and extra old white cheddar. Yes, I had funds to purchase things for mom. But not for me.
Mom was hungry, so I cut up the fruit and cheese and mom was extremely happy. It was a nice lite dinner. Very healthy. She ate everything, all the fruit and allot of the cheese. Which is good. Oh yea I also had a protein bar, which mom ate half of it.
Then they served her dinner. OK, while she was eating the fruit. She wanted to see what was served. I opened the lid and the look on mom's face. Went from anticipation, to the complete opposite. To complete disappointment. It was so funny, I couldn't help myself but to laugh out loud. Mom laughed as well.
But she was already full, anyways. I gave her the chocolate she loves. Lindor Truffles. Time was at hand for the spa treatment. I did the dishes and got her changed into her night gown. Put her to bed. Using the lift. And first brushed her teeth. Using this tooth brush that is garbage. I needed to get mom a new brush, and went cheap. An electric one, but inexpensive. And I have to bang the tooth brush just to get it going. It never pays to go cheap. Get something good the first time and it will last. Now, I hope I have the receipt, to get it replaced.
I wash her face and neck. Put on Carmax lip balm, then a moisturising lotion and then under eye cream. I wash her lower legs and put lotion on this, separate lotion and a spray. Do her arms and hands. Separate lotions for each of these. We talk and laugh. I am clumsy, so through out dinner and afterwards, I never got anything on mom, but on myself. She finds this extremely funny. So do I. Their could be something on the other side of the table and I will get some of it on me. She knows this and laughs at me. It is OK, as I laugh at myself. ( I just washed the pants and shirt by hand, when I got home.)
They finally came in and changed her, depends, which is when I usually go to the washroom myself and make hot water for a tea on the way home.
I was going to go downtown afterwards and film the fireworks. But their was over 400,000 people in Vancouver tonight. Which would of made it crazy to get back, by transit So I just came home. To, well not my place anymore. Or a place I have not paid rent for.
Now a little about my huge problem.
So I don't know if it was GOD who said that if it is extremely difficult and things aren't working out smoothly, than it is not of HIM. Or, maybe, it is not suppose to be.
It is the first of the month and I should be living in White Rock. I should of been able to stay latter and stay until mom fell asleep. But I needed to get back to Coquitlam. Or go to the new place and sleep on the floor, with nothing else.
I have paid the rent for the place out their. But since I decided to move to this place everything has been difficult. Promises were made and not kept/fell through. I now am in a place that I haven't paid rent for.
But because of everything that has happened, I don't want to live in that place anymore. It has just been to difficult to get things together for this place. Don't get me wrong, the guy is nice, that owns the place. But it has nothing to do with him.
It is that, to much crap has happened in the last two weeks, it is not funny. I have been praying and praying, and nothing has happened. I just don't and won't feel comfortable their. It is that simple. Nothing more and nothing less.
I just have this feeling. But the problem is that unless I move their, I am out over $700.00 dollars, for the months rent and damage deposit and I don't have the rent to pay for the place I am at now. I need, $565.00 just to stay here. I don't even have one dollar to my name.
No eating for me tonight, this is OK. As I am not even hungry as of late. No appetite. Trust me, if it was just me, I would be gone. I probably would of dusted myself off by now. Mom keeps me here.
So I can't move into an empty place. I wouldn't survive with nothing. Oh yea I can do laundry, but that would be it.
So what do I do
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Yea keep asking and pressing the PGT to live up to it's promisses
I left early today, because it is Canada Day, 145 years old we are. And I thought that the bus would be packed and the traffic would be bad. It was! It took 15 minutes longer to get down town. It was OK, as I arrived in White Rock one half hour early.
So when I arrived at the home, mom was hungry. I had a Papaya, gold Kiwi, and avocado and an Asian Pear. Plus some asiago cheese and extra old white cheddar. Yes, I had funds to purchase things for mom. But not for me.
Mom was hungry, so I cut up the fruit and cheese and mom was extremely happy. It was a nice lite dinner. Very healthy. She ate everything, all the fruit and allot of the cheese. Which is good. Oh yea I also had a protein bar, which mom ate half of it.
Then they served her dinner. OK, while she was eating the fruit. She wanted to see what was served. I opened the lid and the look on mom's face. Went from anticipation, to the complete opposite. To complete disappointment. It was so funny, I couldn't help myself but to laugh out loud. Mom laughed as well.
But she was already full, anyways. I gave her the chocolate she loves. Lindor Truffles. Time was at hand for the spa treatment. I did the dishes and got her changed into her night gown. Put her to bed. Using the lift. And first brushed her teeth. Using this tooth brush that is garbage. I needed to get mom a new brush, and went cheap. An electric one, but inexpensive. And I have to bang the tooth brush just to get it going. It never pays to go cheap. Get something good the first time and it will last. Now, I hope I have the receipt, to get it replaced.
I wash her face and neck. Put on Carmax lip balm, then a moisturising lotion and then under eye cream. I wash her lower legs and put lotion on this, separate lotion and a spray. Do her arms and hands. Separate lotions for each of these. We talk and laugh. I am clumsy, so through out dinner and afterwards, I never got anything on mom, but on myself. She finds this extremely funny. So do I. Their could be something on the other side of the table and I will get some of it on me. She knows this and laughs at me. It is OK, as I laugh at myself. ( I just washed the pants and shirt by hand, when I got home.)
They finally came in and changed her, depends, which is when I usually go to the washroom myself and make hot water for a tea on the way home.
I was going to go downtown afterwards and film the fireworks. But their was over 400,000 people in Vancouver tonight. Which would of made it crazy to get back, by transit So I just came home. To, well not my place anymore. Or a place I have not paid rent for.
Now a little about my huge problem.
So I don't know if it was GOD who said that if it is extremely difficult and things aren't working out smoothly, than it is not of HIM. Or, maybe, it is not suppose to be.
It is the first of the month and I should be living in White Rock. I should of been able to stay latter and stay until mom fell asleep. But I needed to get back to Coquitlam. Or go to the new place and sleep on the floor, with nothing else.
I have paid the rent for the place out their. But since I decided to move to this place everything has been difficult. Promises were made and not kept/fell through. I now am in a place that I haven't paid rent for.
But because of everything that has happened, I don't want to live in that place anymore. It has just been to difficult to get things together for this place. Don't get me wrong, the guy is nice, that owns the place. But it has nothing to do with him.
It is that, to much crap has happened in the last two weeks, it is not funny. I have been praying and praying, and nothing has happened. I just don't and won't feel comfortable their. It is that simple. Nothing more and nothing less.
I just have this feeling. But the problem is that unless I move their, I am out over $700.00 dollars, for the months rent and damage deposit and I don't have the rent to pay for the place I am at now. I need, $565.00 just to stay here. I don't even have one dollar to my name.
No eating for me tonight, this is OK. As I am not even hungry as of late. No appetite. Trust me, if it was just me, I would be gone. I probably would of dusted myself off by now. Mom keeps me here.
So I can't move into an empty place. I wouldn't survive with nothing. Oh yea I can do laundry, but that would be it.
So what do I do
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Yea keep asking and pressing the PGT to live up to it's promisses
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Again
Hello again
I really cannot move to an empty place, I cannot sleep on the floor. And now I have to cancel the knee surgery. As I cannot travel from Coquitlam once it is done. I cannot live in a place without any furniture.
No one, including you or mom's case manager of the PGT, would not move into a place with nothing.
What do all think, I have waited for this knee surgery for a while now, after cancelling it once, now I have to do it again.
This does not make any sense. I was told I would get help with this and that. Only to find out I was lied too. And I ask and ask, to no avail.
Obviously, I don't know any Christians or the one's I do know are Sunday Christians. Yes I have chosen to be their for my mother, to be her advocate. I am disabled and am in pain all the time.
I have been doing this for many years now and I have found that I am the only one, that I see, who spends this much time with their parent. And I did this for my father and mother and now just my mother.
Dementia is a horrible disease. And my sister's don't pay to much attention to mom. Well the one, goes once a week and the other. Who knows. Not often.
And now I do something to be closer to mom to have her over for visits, and dinner/lunch. And I have being lied to. Told I would get help but nothing.
I have nothing. And tomorrow, rent for Coquitlam is not paid, and the rent for an empty place is paid. No way to move what little I do have. No furniture, dishes. You all know.
And on top of this, mom is sick. A bit of a cold. And her weekend eating habit is worse. She barely ate anything tonight. All she wanted to do was go to bed. And what she did eat, it seemed she was going to throw it back up. You know that look on some one's face.
The ministry made promisses and never kept them
The case manager has made promisses to me, since mom moved to White Rock, and hasn't kept the one's that are important
The supervisor of the PGT tells me she will get back to me, and didn't
Yes it is a pity potty, woe is me speech.
But you know what I deserve something. I work helping my mother. I dare any of y'all to do what I do without having a nervous break down. Which I haven't and won't. GOD does not give me more than I can handle. And obviously, I can handle a whole heck of allot.
It is very hard on me, at times. I hurt deeply, I am an emotional wreck allot of the time. But I know mom needs me, so I keep on doing what is best for mom. I hardly eat at all. I go days without eating. Just drinking tea and water. I travel 6 - 8 hours a day to get out their to see her. And I do it without reservation.
I been around helping out for 10 years now. Doing everything I can do for, first my mother and father and now just for my mother.
I sit outside using the computer, because I have no Internet connection in my room. And the wireless connection in the house is crappy. So the best connection is next door.
I have no cable or even a TV. I survive downloading what ever I can and watch that.
Mom is the most important part of my life. She needs me and I need her. I am completely devoted to her well being. More than I can say about most people these days. Only interested in themselves. Just as the parable of the samaritan.
I read the bible at home and on the bus (on my phone) everyday. Without fail. And this will never stop. I am serving GOD by serving mom. Yes I am serving my mother. Wouldn't have it any other way. But what I get, Oh wait, I get nothing.
I have lost all of my friends, as no one understands what I do, or don't care about it. Or think that I shouldn't be their for my mother as much as I am. If I don't do what I do, the home will just abuse her and do what they want. And mom is not going to get the care she deserves.
I love doing this for mom.
Yes I need to get back to work. Hence the knee surgery. But if I can't get it done. The hospital is not going to let me go home if there is nothing for me to sleep on or even sit on. After this type of surgery, I need to take care of myself. I arranged it to happen in the White Rock hospital. But, again, I will have to cancel it now.
I need to move closer, I have a place, which is cheaper than what I pay now. It is OK for now. Until I get something going. To make more money. To be able to pay for an apartment. A better location, or a improved location. It is my own. No roommates. Everything included.
It is a place where mom can come over, where I can have my aunt and mom over for dinners.
But what do I do. This is nonsense. I need help, if I didn't I would not of asked. I would and have done everything for all sorts of people without any questions. Just my yes is yes.
I do everything I do for my mother's benefit. And the truth is I will be lost without mom around. And as far as I am concerned the day mom passes away is the end of my life. I will have nothing more to live for.
As this, what I am doing for my mother, is the only worth while thing I have every done in my life. Yes I have an education. But oh well. Nothing compares to what I do for mom and before this mom and dad. I am not married, divorced. No kids. Mom wants me to have children, so she can have grand children. Even though she already has 3 grandchildren and 6 great grand children. But she wants me to have children. Yes that would be nice. But mom is more important than my life. My life is her life. And this is the way it has to be.
I was given this assignment, and I will do this to the best of my ability.
I love my mother with all my heart and all my soul. Nothing compares to what I am doing.
I just need to move out their. Again I found a place, it is empty. Even if I had a bed. that would mean I live in a bedroom.
So where do I go from here. I pray and pray and pray. And I ask GOD for help. And I ask y'all for help again.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
I really cannot move to an empty place, I cannot sleep on the floor. And now I have to cancel the knee surgery. As I cannot travel from Coquitlam once it is done. I cannot live in a place without any furniture.
No one, including you or mom's case manager of the PGT, would not move into a place with nothing.
What do all think, I have waited for this knee surgery for a while now, after cancelling it once, now I have to do it again.
This does not make any sense. I was told I would get help with this and that. Only to find out I was lied too. And I ask and ask, to no avail.
Obviously, I don't know any Christians or the one's I do know are Sunday Christians. Yes I have chosen to be their for my mother, to be her advocate. I am disabled and am in pain all the time.
I have been doing this for many years now and I have found that I am the only one, that I see, who spends this much time with their parent. And I did this for my father and mother and now just my mother.
Dementia is a horrible disease. And my sister's don't pay to much attention to mom. Well the one, goes once a week and the other. Who knows. Not often.
And now I do something to be closer to mom to have her over for visits, and dinner/lunch. And I have being lied to. Told I would get help but nothing.
I have nothing. And tomorrow, rent for Coquitlam is not paid, and the rent for an empty place is paid. No way to move what little I do have. No furniture, dishes. You all know.
And on top of this, mom is sick. A bit of a cold. And her weekend eating habit is worse. She barely ate anything tonight. All she wanted to do was go to bed. And what she did eat, it seemed she was going to throw it back up. You know that look on some one's face.
The ministry made promisses and never kept them
The case manager has made promisses to me, since mom moved to White Rock, and hasn't kept the one's that are important
The supervisor of the PGT tells me she will get back to me, and didn't
Yes it is a pity potty, woe is me speech.
But you know what I deserve something. I work helping my mother. I dare any of y'all to do what I do without having a nervous break down. Which I haven't and won't. GOD does not give me more than I can handle. And obviously, I can handle a whole heck of allot.
It is very hard on me, at times. I hurt deeply, I am an emotional wreck allot of the time. But I know mom needs me, so I keep on doing what is best for mom. I hardly eat at all. I go days without eating. Just drinking tea and water. I travel 6 - 8 hours a day to get out their to see her. And I do it without reservation.
I been around helping out for 10 years now. Doing everything I can do for, first my mother and father and now just for my mother.
I sit outside using the computer, because I have no Internet connection in my room. And the wireless connection in the house is crappy. So the best connection is next door.
I have no cable or even a TV. I survive downloading what ever I can and watch that.
Mom is the most important part of my life. She needs me and I need her. I am completely devoted to her well being. More than I can say about most people these days. Only interested in themselves. Just as the parable of the samaritan.
I read the bible at home and on the bus (on my phone) everyday. Without fail. And this will never stop. I am serving GOD by serving mom. Yes I am serving my mother. Wouldn't have it any other way. But what I get, Oh wait, I get nothing.
I have lost all of my friends, as no one understands what I do, or don't care about it. Or think that I shouldn't be their for my mother as much as I am. If I don't do what I do, the home will just abuse her and do what they want. And mom is not going to get the care she deserves.
I love doing this for mom.
Yes I need to get back to work. Hence the knee surgery. But if I can't get it done. The hospital is not going to let me go home if there is nothing for me to sleep on or even sit on. After this type of surgery, I need to take care of myself. I arranged it to happen in the White Rock hospital. But, again, I will have to cancel it now.
I need to move closer, I have a place, which is cheaper than what I pay now. It is OK for now. Until I get something going. To make more money. To be able to pay for an apartment. A better location, or a improved location. It is my own. No roommates. Everything included.
It is a place where mom can come over, where I can have my aunt and mom over for dinners.
But what do I do. This is nonsense. I need help, if I didn't I would not of asked. I would and have done everything for all sorts of people without any questions. Just my yes is yes.
I do everything I do for my mother's benefit. And the truth is I will be lost without mom around. And as far as I am concerned the day mom passes away is the end of my life. I will have nothing more to live for.
As this, what I am doing for my mother, is the only worth while thing I have every done in my life. Yes I have an education. But oh well. Nothing compares to what I do for mom and before this mom and dad. I am not married, divorced. No kids. Mom wants me to have children, so she can have grand children. Even though she already has 3 grandchildren and 6 great grand children. But she wants me to have children. Yes that would be nice. But mom is more important than my life. My life is her life. And this is the way it has to be.
I was given this assignment, and I will do this to the best of my ability.
I love my mother with all my heart and all my soul. Nothing compares to what I am doing.
I just need to move out their. Again I found a place, it is empty. Even if I had a bed. that would mean I live in a bedroom.
So where do I go from here. I pray and pray and pray. And I ask GOD for help. And I ask y'all for help again.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
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