Hello again
So today my knee's are even worse. I say it is exactly like someone took 260 lbs and dropped it on your knee's from 3 feet in the air. What would it feel like. That is exactly what it feels like. There is pain in many new places. I am in pain walking. Can't keep my knee's bent.
So tonight mom was extremely talkative. It was great. And when I arrived, mom knew I was their. As soon as I got of the elevator, and took a few steps, I could see mom's arm go up with the sign to hold her hand. She was smiling before I even got to her. I could feel it.
We had a good dinner. Cold cuts, avocado, a few different types of cheeses, tomatoes. Oh yea, the dinner that was served to her. Which she didn't eat much of. I tried it and it had an unusual taste to the meat. She finished off the smoothie and her chocolates. Of course mom drank quite a bit tonight.
But I love the fact that she was talking a mile a minute. As mentioned before, when she speaks this fast, it is hard for me to keep up with her.
I told her about what happened last night, on the way home. I could see that she felt my pain. I found it necessary to adjust my seating position to accommodate my having to keep my legs extended. A little awkward feeding her though. I managed.
Mom, Mary, just wanted to get out of the wheelchair and into a comfortable bed. I could see in her eyes that she was extremely tired. This means she didn't get much sleep, because of the roommate keeping her up. With the TV on all night, the lights.
The part of this that really pisses me off, is the fact that the staff know my concerns, but do absolutely nothing about it. The are, themselves, tired of the roommate consistently ringing the bell for them. So they just ignore her. Mean while, mom has to suffer.
To much noise, lights are included in this. To much light is noise as well. The constant barrage of sound, light, delusions and hallucinations are ruining mom's health. And the person who I keep calling, is on holidays.
I made a decision, it is not mom who will be moving. Understand. I know you do.
We spoke, laughed and sang tonight. I gave her the nightly spa treatment and she loved this. But no matter how relaxed she became. Mom still wanted to talk.
Again, because I live so far away. OK by bus. By car it is only 30 minutes at that time of night. I have to leave at a certain time. To get home before midnight. So at least I can relax a bit, before going to bed.
I spoke with her as long as I could and then I told her I would love to continue speaking with you, but, mom, I really need to leave now. It was 8:00 PM. So I did not get home until 11:30 tonight.
I hope she was OK with this.
Pray for us, that I get to White Rock soon. To be able to spend more time speaking with her at night. If I have only a few minutes to walk home. Does it make a difference then.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmualand
