So it is another day where mom had to sit in her chair and wait to be transfered to bed. What I did for the last two years.
I just ask them to push the blank button. So mom waits and is becoming increasingly agitated as the days go on.
It was 6 PM when I had mom ready to be put into bed. And it was 6:50 when I was able to give mom her spa treatment. I need to out of their by 7:45 PM. Not much time. By this time, I am finished and mom is now relaxing.
I am documenting exactly what time mom is ready and what time she is transfered, and what mom is feeling and thinking. Pointing to the bed and then looking at me.
In the mean time, while this process is starting, I am reading to her. But it is interfering in our quality time. When I hold mom's hand, sing to her and let her just feel the warmth.
But now I will also be going to the MLA ( Member of the Legislative Assembly) in White Rock to discuss this with them. To take action on this issue now. Or the media will be informed.
Which I need to do with the insurance company concerning the accident on board the bus. I am in much more pain these days because of this. I can't even afford to pay the service fee for physiotherapy. Which my doctor requires me to go to. To get an assessment.
Then there is the matter of my hearing. It is not going to well. More and more I am not hearing people. They are speaking directly at me and I just don't hear them. I am constantly saying pardon me. They have to keep repeating themselves. And my lip reading ability is not so great right now. I have no idea why.
I have been doing some research on why mom can't catch yawns. It is fascinating. The area of the mind that causes one to yawn is also associated with empath. I will be writing John's Hopkins psychiatry department and asking them some questions.
Is this part of Alzheimer's, a stroke.
Mom did eat well this evening. Yet, as soon as she grabs my hand, her eye's close. I know why this is. It involves security, trust and love.
Which I have an abundance of for my mother.
I am, thought, getting tired of people telling me that I am wasting my time, and I should be working full time. I am tired of telling them that I am working at the best job imaginable. To give of one's self to benefit another. Nothing in this world is more important to me than taking care of my mother. No job, no women or anything. This is a vow I have taken. To serve GOD by serving my mother. And I take this very seriously.
This is going to be a busy week for me.
I am still pissed off at my roommate for stealing mom's groceries. Actually I will never stop being upset about this. It is one thing to take things from me, but to steal from a senior who is ill, is something that is not forgivable.
Revenge is mine saith the Lord. So I keep giving it to GOD to handle. I want to take revenge, myself. To get even. I just need to let GOD handle it. This is hard, very hard.
He is a cabbie and a drunk. He leaves in the morning smelling of alcohol. I have made some bumper stickers stating "This cabbie steals from seniors". I just have to put it on the back bumper of the cab and he wouldn't even notice.
I am debating whether to do this or not.
Yet I have to leave this up to GOD.
With all of this going on, I do really need to move from this location and be closer to mom.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
