Hello again
When I arrive at mom's, the first thing I do, before I go in, is to sit and have a couple of smokes, throw my junk into the imaginary can and go into see mom.
I want to say that from the moment I get into to see mom, until I leave, I am busy, There is no time to sit and relax I am busy with mom.
As soon as I see her, I kiss her hello, wipe her mouth from the medication she is given and the nurse does not wipe her mouth. I give her something to drink. As it seems that mom is dehydrated and is extremely thirsty. She gets some coke, juice and water. Now I am giving her ice water as well. Then we get all of her things. Her dinner plates, some wet towels, and her things from the fridge.
Then I feed her, and get her ready for bed. Then it is time for her nightly spa treatment. From 4:30 pm until 7:30- 8 pm I am constantly busy. It is when I leave I sit down and have a smoke before my walk up to the bus stop for my 3 hour journey home.
And I do this everyday, without fail. And I love every minute of it. It is my turn to look after mom.
Now it is summer and it would be nice for mom to have summer clothing. Oh wait, as of January she had allot of summer clothing. But my sisters in their right mind, or not, decided to take mom's clothing.
I search all over and buy mom's clothing for her. I get the best quality for the best price. I cannot afford to keep buying clothing for her, only to be taken by my sisters. What goes through their minds. Thinking that it is never going to be summer again. Or that my mother can dress in rags. She doesn't need to look good.
None of them think about mom and how she feels. Doesn't one feel better about themselves if they are dressed well. I think so.
This is what I deal with.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
