Thursday, October 2, 2014

It being

Hello again

Today it was nice again. So I wore my shorts again. I am going to wear shorts until the last possible time. When I am freezing cold on my way home. I was fine tonight on my way home.

I am now finding it difficult to even use my cane to walk, with my right arm. It just hurts to much. Even with painkillers.

See the doctor tomorrow. I have complained about my right elbow since the beginning. When I was first in the accident.

Anyways.

Today when I arrived, mom was very tired. I could see this, as mom was leaning. This she does when she is very tired. I don't know why, but she leans.

So I knew mom was wanting to go to be early.

 I put the foam I have made for her, beside her, to stop her from leaning. We got settled in and I feed her dinner.

And afterwards, I washed her hair, even though she was trying to sleep while I was washing her hair and drying it.

I just got her changed as quick as I could,, And the care aid came in and put her to bed.

I knew mom would be fussing so I only washed her face and put lotion on it. Nothing else. And this was to much for her. I calmed her down. And promised I would only do her face. Mom was OK with this.

As soon as I finished, I swear, she was asleep. Snoring away.

But before she dozed off, she grabbed my hand.

It was early and I just stood there and watched TV. with the sound off, of course. Subtitles.

I am use to them. As I have a hard time hearing and need hearing aids. Which I have mentioned in the past.

Just can't afford them. I have learned to read lips and watch TV with subtitles.

I can tell by mom's body language and facial expressions exactly what she wants. I know when she is thirsty, when she is hungry, when she wants her hair done or her ears cleaned.

I have been doing this for a very long time. And because I am loosing my hearing I have adapted and this helps me to understand mom better.

Need to go. I am very tired as well. I kept being woken up by my right arm last night

GOD bless and good night

Kristopher W.A. Schmuland