Hello again
Last night on the way home. The dispatch from transit called the bus I normally take. Yes the same bus the man fell on me. And told the driver not to pick this guy up. The driver said OK, Maybe they said not to let him on the bus. As this makes more sense with what the driver said next. He said OK I will strap him to the roof. There was another driver on board the bus and the two of them were discussing this guy. So when the stop, the stop that the drunk gets on, came, the driver stopped short, behind other vehicles, and announced to the passengers, that if they want iff at Ridge Drive, this is where they have to get off. And the two drivers continued to discuss this.
So this means transit feels culpable for the actions of this drunk individual. Now they have to make mention this to ICBC. the insurance provider. This way I don't need to hire a lawyer.
The doctor wrote a prescription for a knee brace. I had x-ray's on both my knee's and ankles. My left is giving out on me and I am having shotting pain through my right thigh. I have been given pain killers and anti inflammatory medication.
I had to write this down first thing, so I wouldn't forget what my train of thought was.
Excuse me for that.
I served mom spaghetti and a meat sauce tonight. Of course I made the sauce from scratch. And the home served fish cakes and cauliflower. Plus of course the usual mashed potatoes. Mom ate over half the spaghetti, it was a large plate full. Plus the fish cake and the cauliflower. As well as her usual papaya, avocado and her chocolates. She was very full. Stuffed I would say. Oh yea, I made a new smoothie this morning, before I left. Banana, Mango and strawberry, mixed with a yogurt. This is something mom, no mater how full she is, will drink. OK, I feed this to her by the spoon. Mom goes through, I would say, 36 oz's a week. As the container is 16 oz's. It has the Vega One supplement mixed with it, as well. As mom does not get enough nutrition in the meal the home provides. And the supplement has everything one would need of, fiver, essential oils, vitamins, minerals and greens, for the day.
Mom, as I said, was full and very tired from her meal. And wanted to get to bed. Or out of her day clothing, and out of her chair. I changed mom, put her to bed, brushed her teeth, washed her face, hands and legs. Plus then I apply the different lotions. Then we wait for one of the staff to come in and change her. The spa treatment takes about an hour. So from 4:30 to 6 I feed mom, 6 to 7 is mom's spa treatment. They change her, this takes 10 minutes. Then I am their sitting, or standing with her until 8 pm. Of course a few minutes are taken up by me getting ready to leave. Other than that, I am holding her hand, while she, almost falls asleep.
We speak, laugh, sing. Yes I see mom singing the songs. I may not be able to understand her, but I know she is singing to the song. She knows these songs. She hears them all the time. She loves jazz.
By the time I needed to leave, it seems mom developed a second wind. And was wide awake when I had to leave. I feel so bad that I can't stay any longer.
I am trying to find a place out their. I can't live here anymore. It is to much for me. I don't feel safe, I am uncomfortable being here. I mostly stay in my room. It is offensive to me, having to deal with the stench and the fact nobody cleans but the disabled me. I have stopped cleaning and I don't give a crap anymore. I clean my room.
But with my OCD, it is hard on me. I require a clean place.
Back to mom
So when it comes time to leave, I put on the final lotions. A massaging night cream, plus more lip balm. Let me not forget. Mom drinks allot, so she is not dehydrated, while I am there, anyways. But when I arrive, she motions for me to give her a drink, right away.
So now it is midnight again, and I am eating the rest of the spaghetti tonight. This I had last night as well. I have some left over spinach, which I will pour dressing over.
I feel so bad that I had to leave this evening. I truly only want to take better care of mom. She needs me and I need her. This is my life and it is the best part of it. Taking care of my ailing mother.
I really do need to go now, warm up the dinner and get to bed. I am not sleeping well at all.
So GOD bless and good night.
Kris Schmuland
