Hello again
Tonight on the way home. OK let me back it up. I left mom's got on the bus to the train, took the train downtown Vancouver and got off at Granville and Hasting. Then I caught the 160 to Coquitlam.
Anyways, when the bus was getting close , it stopped and picked up this older guy. Every time this guy gets on the bus, he is drunk. Yes I have seen him many times, and so has other regulars. He is obstinate, and can barely stand up. Tonight was no exception. We try to get him to sit, as we all know, what he is like. He refused to sit down. And was standing in front of me.
I have bad knees and the left knee is really in pain when I have it bent. So I try to keep it as straight as possible. I walk with a cane, not because I like to do this. I walk with a cane because if I don't, I don't walk.
So the bus picks this guy up and starts to go, not long, at all, after we are moving again, and tried to get him to sit. I am reading and all of a sudden this guy falls on my knee's. My left knee was extended and he fell right on both knees. 250 lbs of dead weight. I said get this guy off of me. It took over 2 minutes to get this guy off of me. And in the mean time, he is right on my knee's.
Well when I got off the bus, I could barely walk. My right knee had shooting pain and my left knee keep buckling, while I was walking. And it is not any better now, sitting writing this. Walking home was not fun at all. I am in pain. My left knee is extremely painful. I took all of the information from the bus. Before I could turn around and get the drivers name, he was gone.
That was my trip home. All good until this guy got on the bus. Now I sit in pain and am still going strong on the days without. This makes matters worse. I have to go to the doctors. My knee is not right anymore. Worse than it was. I need a brace, so it doesn't give out on me.
Today I brought mom a couple of burgers from McDonalds. A Jr bacon Cheese burger and a fillet O fish. Mom likes these two burgers. She was also served her dinner. She ate most of the two burgers and 3/4 of her dinner. This is great. At least mom has a good appetite. Of course the smoothie, which she has been going through quicker than normal. I have no problem with this. It has everything she needs, with the supplement added to it.
I arrived in White Rock late, having to go into Vancouver today. So I wasn't able to wash mom's hair. But it seemed she was to tired for me to wash her hair after dinner. I usually do this before her dinner. I get their earlier. I will just leave 1/2 hour early tomorrow. This translates into 1 hour when I get to White Rock. Just the way it works out by bus, on the weekends. But not during the week.
She motioned for her spa treatment. This is done by mom placing her hand on the side of my face and moving it back and forth. Mom wants me to change her, instead of waiting for the care aids to do this. I will do this, but I prefer not too. But will, if needed.
I want you all to know, I wipe mom's mouth while feeding her. Since I have OCD, this is often. I wipe her hands when she gets them in her dinner. I brush her teeth after wards. Then the spa treatment. Including a foot massage.
You know I know mom is changing and getting worse. She is stable now, and has been for a very long time, but I know this disease. I watched my Grandfather and Father go through it. So I know what to expect. I just choose not to dwell on it. And to live each day with mom, in the moment. This is the best for mom. I know she knows what is happening to her. Of course she does. What am I, an idiot. At times I really think so. I just will not keep reminding mom of this..... that I love her and will always be their for her. This I do everyday.
I have seen every change she has gone through and will be their for every other change in the future. I will only take things on a day to day basis.
Mom is OK and doing well. She is healthy, Healthier than I am. Better blood pressure. It is important for mom to know I love her and I am not going to let her know, I worry about the changes. I worry what happens to mom. And how she reacts to each of her changes.
Anyways, tired, weak and in extreme pain. On top of this I am not sleeping well, at all.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
