Hello again
Well we have defiantly started off our fall the Vancouver way. Rain and lots of it.
I found the receipts for the night gowns So I will give them to the manager as well as email the photo's of the price they are now at Sears.Where I purchased them.
Tonight when I arrive, mom was on the other side of the room looking around.Then she saw me, a big smile came over her face. I just love this.
We got her drinks out of the fridge and went down to her room. when we got their, I checked, as usual for her nightgown in the laundry bin. It wasn't there. I had to, once again, go down the hall and reach into the dirty laundry of everyone's else's clothing. I don't know what other's may have. I could get very sick. I was so made, I saw the manager and told her that this has to stop immediately or I will have to file a complaint. The manager is stunned, as there are signs up everywhere in the room and notes all over the daily charts. And in mom's medical chart. I said this is deliberate. There must be some animosity going on here. But I don't care what they think. Just stop doing this. Or I will have no choice but to file a complaint.
Again tonight mom ate everything I brought her plus most of the served dinner. I don't even know if she is eating anything during the day. She is so hungry and thirsty by the time I get their.
She just kept eating. I don't care how long it takes her or how much she eats. I will sit there, talk to her and continue to feed her.
After it was just the same. Changed her, the care aid put her to bed, and I took care of her spa treatment. Mom relaxed, enjoyed her treatment and then reached out for my hand. As usual. Time was on our side so I was able to stay a little longer. I wanted to anyways. Nothing for me here. Well except to write this and go to bed, watch something.
That is it. I don't even like the other people living here.
Mom's new roommate keeps telling me about this apartment complex. Free heat, free laundry. Less than $800 a month. And only 10 minutes away. I wish. It is an older building. So bigger. Hardwood floors. I truly wish I could afford this. I need an extra $500 a month for this. And I don't have it. Living on my own is all I want. I have almost everything I need. I now have a love seat and a chair. (mom's chair) bedroom suite. Most kitchen things. So I am set. Except for the most important thing. Money.
I will have to live with someone. And that will have to be fine.
ICBC said they would settle my claim. Far below what it is worth. They aren't going to help me with anything. Even though they could. They changed their minds again and now say they will cover all the cost associated with Physiotherapy. But nothing else. Even though they should be covering the cost of me getting to treatment.
Well back to mom.I really can't understand the home saying mom doesn't speak. Every night mom tells me she loves me.She answers no, or yes. Maybe we do have our own language.
Then most important thing is that mom knows I am there for her. And the smiles I receive all the time.
Nothing in my life has been this fulfilling. The peace I receive just being their looking after her.
GOD bless and good night
I wish!
Kris Schmuland
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
That time of year
Hello again
First I would like to thank all of those in France who have been reading my Blog. And also all others, from all over the world, who read this, sometimes, nonsense.
So it is this time of the year where I would be crying the blues. Well I don't care, so I won't be putting extra pity me, in my Blogs. Just the normal or less of the crap I am going through.
I am now so use to having very little, if I had more, I would not know what to do with it. Eating daily, what is that.
I am just going to concentrate on getting moved to White Rock. I just don't want to be here anymore. That is obvious isn't it. I complain about it all the time. It is just that I just can't afford the rents for one bedrooms, out their.
I guess it is a shared place. Even that is out of my price range. Really.
Now mom had a great appetite today, I brought Sushi for her, and she ate everything plus the entire served meal. Then I made her pouched pears, I added Ice Cream to it and she ate all of it. It did taste really great. And the Papaya, her chocolate. WOW! Then latter she had a few really good cookies.
We finished dinner, and being Wednesday I washed her hair. I see the relaxation come over her face as I am finishing washing and drying her hair. Ready for bed.
And the rest you know. Spa treatment. She is able to bend her legs even more now. We were done early so I had extra time to just be there with her.
They say mom doesn't speak. Well she tells me, she loves me each and every night. Clearly. Maybe we do have our own language, But I do understand her.
I do realize that no others do what I do for my mom. And I feel guilty that I can't do more. That I don't have a converted van to take her out places. As others do all the time.
And it is allot more tat I do, then just feed her and give mom a spa treatment. The nightgown issue. I had to speak withe manager. Complain. Show her the tears on the nightgowns. Let her know I need them replaced. Plus I had to go to the store and take a photo of the nightgowns, so the manager can see the price of these now. As I bought them on sale, and the price is double of what I paid.
All of this takes time. I have to watch to see if the new roommate will work out or not. Then file a complaint. If it is necessary.
This is just one of the things I do on a regular basis' I do so much for mom. I have to make sure they are giving mom the supplements. I make sure mom is healthy, happy and everything she needs is taken care of.
Watching that the care aids are taking care of her properly. Just a little of what I do.
I am busy. And I need the extra time, that is taken up by traveling, to be their and do more of what is necessary.
I have to go now, I am starting to not make sense. I think. It is my some timers. Sometime I remember, sometimes I don't.
GOD bless and good night
Kristopher Schmuland
First I would like to thank all of those in France who have been reading my Blog. And also all others, from all over the world, who read this, sometimes, nonsense.
So it is this time of the year where I would be crying the blues. Well I don't care, so I won't be putting extra pity me, in my Blogs. Just the normal or less of the crap I am going through.
I am now so use to having very little, if I had more, I would not know what to do with it. Eating daily, what is that.
I am just going to concentrate on getting moved to White Rock. I just don't want to be here anymore. That is obvious isn't it. I complain about it all the time. It is just that I just can't afford the rents for one bedrooms, out their.
I guess it is a shared place. Even that is out of my price range. Really.
Now mom had a great appetite today, I brought Sushi for her, and she ate everything plus the entire served meal. Then I made her pouched pears, I added Ice Cream to it and she ate all of it. It did taste really great. And the Papaya, her chocolate. WOW! Then latter she had a few really good cookies.
We finished dinner, and being Wednesday I washed her hair. I see the relaxation come over her face as I am finishing washing and drying her hair. Ready for bed.
And the rest you know. Spa treatment. She is able to bend her legs even more now. We were done early so I had extra time to just be there with her.
They say mom doesn't speak. Well she tells me, she loves me each and every night. Clearly. Maybe we do have our own language, But I do understand her.
I do realize that no others do what I do for my mom. And I feel guilty that I can't do more. That I don't have a converted van to take her out places. As others do all the time.
And it is allot more tat I do, then just feed her and give mom a spa treatment. The nightgown issue. I had to speak withe manager. Complain. Show her the tears on the nightgowns. Let her know I need them replaced. Plus I had to go to the store and take a photo of the nightgowns, so the manager can see the price of these now. As I bought them on sale, and the price is double of what I paid.
All of this takes time. I have to watch to see if the new roommate will work out or not. Then file a complaint. If it is necessary.
This is just one of the things I do on a regular basis' I do so much for mom. I have to make sure they are giving mom the supplements. I make sure mom is healthy, happy and everything she needs is taken care of.
Watching that the care aids are taking care of her properly. Just a little of what I do.
I am busy. And I need the extra time, that is taken up by traveling, to be their and do more of what is necessary.
I have to go now, I am starting to not make sense. I think. It is my some timers. Sometime I remember, sometimes I don't.
GOD bless and good night
Kristopher Schmuland
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
A day in which
Hello again
I am really tired of people sending me comments that I am a looser or I should go to hell, or I am only in it for the money.
First off, don't you think I know what I am. I may have a great mind, but alcoholism and pot addictions took allot of that away. It was 8 years straight before my memory started coming back. And over 9 years until my math abilities started to show up again. Still my mind is no where near what it use to be like. And yes I do consider myself a looser. I have one thing going for me. I spend my time taking care of and looking after my ailing mother. Who has no one else she can count on for anything.
Secondly, I don't get paid anything for looking after and taking care of my mother. Nothing at all. I do this as it is the right thing to do in one's life. She raised me and took care of me, when I was young, so it is my turn to take care of her. And I look forward to each day, going their and taking care of her. I look forward to that smile, when she see's me. I look forward to mom being able to bend her legs more and more, with each passing week.
Third, I consider the rest of my life a living hell. The only salvation I have each day, is going to, and seeing my mother. I have nothing, I am nothing. I can't even afford to eat most of the time.I can't afford a place out their, I am stuck in this place where I hate coming back to each and everyday. I have lost so much weight that all my clothing just bags on me. My shoes have holes in them. I have serious physiological issues, that need to be addressed ADHD, OCD, Depression 20 years in the making. I have to deal with staff who are destroying mom's nightgowns, and other individuals and organizations, that are on going.
I don't want anyone's pity. I am just stating fact. This is my hell I live with daily, which I never bring in with me, when I see mom.
Monday
Mom gets her hair done this day, And do they ever use allot of hairspray. WOW! But she looks good. They do a good job styling mom's hair each week.
A new roommate has arrived. Yes that quick. An empty space means lost $$$$$$$$$$. That is their concern. Not if this new women and mom are compatible. OK so far, I do, however see it as it was with mom's other roommate. It has been only one day.
Usually on Monday's mom is not that hungry, but not today. I do get worried some times. When mom does not eat that much. But not today. The plate was clean and half of the served dinner. OK, mostly the meat portion of the served dinner. I serve mom allot of healthy meals, which don't include allot of meat.
It was not long afterwards that mom was ready for bed. She was in a rush for me to finish the dishes. I accommodated her and got them done very quickly. So off to the room,with the new roommate. Her husband was their, and he just talked up; and storm. Asking who the artist was that has decorated her room. If I was an artist. If I was a chef. Yes I have been drawing since I was a very young. And I just love to cook. Only if it is for someone. I don't eat what I make mom. I cook for her. I just have an idea and then I see it and then make it. The same applies to the art work and decorations for mom's room.
I have something in mind for one of her walls. But not being able to use my right arm correctly is stopping me for doing this so far. The pain is unbelievable when using the right arm. I am getting very good at typing one handed. Or I have to have the keyboard right up against me.
And the insurance company does not give a crap, that I am unable to use my dominant hand and arm. Oh well, is there answer. We can't help you, but if you want to settle, we will gladly do this for you.
I lost my train of thought,
After I finished speaking with the husband. OK. I just paused it. I was able to get back to doing what I was there to do. Get mom changed for bed and give mom her spa treatment. After the staff member came in and put her to bed. I tucked her in. Got the towels in place and proceeded to give mom the royal treatment. A very warm face cloth to rinse the face and relax the muscles, followed by a moisturizing cleanser, a rinse and then a final rinse, Then to finish her face off, a beautiful moisturizing lotion. Well the arms and legs were jealous, so they were next. And finally, I get mom to try to bend her knee's a little further.
Completely relaxed, she was at this point and almost asleep. Mom reaches her hand out. I grab it and I wait with her, while she falls asleep.
I leave!;
Off I go into the dark and stormy night, a journey that I no longer wish to trek. If only something would give. A surprise, an inspiration and if a miracle would take place. I would feel alive again.
No matter, what I will continue this trek, It is the arrival, that keeps me going.
Mom is good, she is healthy
GOD bless and good night
Kristopher Schmuland
I am really tired of people sending me comments that I am a looser or I should go to hell, or I am only in it for the money.
First off, don't you think I know what I am. I may have a great mind, but alcoholism and pot addictions took allot of that away. It was 8 years straight before my memory started coming back. And over 9 years until my math abilities started to show up again. Still my mind is no where near what it use to be like. And yes I do consider myself a looser. I have one thing going for me. I spend my time taking care of and looking after my ailing mother. Who has no one else she can count on for anything.
Secondly, I don't get paid anything for looking after and taking care of my mother. Nothing at all. I do this as it is the right thing to do in one's life. She raised me and took care of me, when I was young, so it is my turn to take care of her. And I look forward to each day, going their and taking care of her. I look forward to that smile, when she see's me. I look forward to mom being able to bend her legs more and more, with each passing week.
Third, I consider the rest of my life a living hell. The only salvation I have each day, is going to, and seeing my mother. I have nothing, I am nothing. I can't even afford to eat most of the time.I can't afford a place out their, I am stuck in this place where I hate coming back to each and everyday. I have lost so much weight that all my clothing just bags on me. My shoes have holes in them. I have serious physiological issues, that need to be addressed ADHD, OCD, Depression 20 years in the making. I have to deal with staff who are destroying mom's nightgowns, and other individuals and organizations, that are on going.
I don't want anyone's pity. I am just stating fact. This is my hell I live with daily, which I never bring in with me, when I see mom.
Monday
Mom gets her hair done this day, And do they ever use allot of hairspray. WOW! But she looks good. They do a good job styling mom's hair each week.
A new roommate has arrived. Yes that quick. An empty space means lost $$$$$$$$$$. That is their concern. Not if this new women and mom are compatible. OK so far, I do, however see it as it was with mom's other roommate. It has been only one day.
Usually on Monday's mom is not that hungry, but not today. I do get worried some times. When mom does not eat that much. But not today. The plate was clean and half of the served dinner. OK, mostly the meat portion of the served dinner. I serve mom allot of healthy meals, which don't include allot of meat.
It was not long afterwards that mom was ready for bed. She was in a rush for me to finish the dishes. I accommodated her and got them done very quickly. So off to the room,with the new roommate. Her husband was their, and he just talked up; and storm. Asking who the artist was that has decorated her room. If I was an artist. If I was a chef. Yes I have been drawing since I was a very young. And I just love to cook. Only if it is for someone. I don't eat what I make mom. I cook for her. I just have an idea and then I see it and then make it. The same applies to the art work and decorations for mom's room.
I have something in mind for one of her walls. But not being able to use my right arm correctly is stopping me for doing this so far. The pain is unbelievable when using the right arm. I am getting very good at typing one handed. Or I have to have the keyboard right up against me.
And the insurance company does not give a crap, that I am unable to use my dominant hand and arm. Oh well, is there answer. We can't help you, but if you want to settle, we will gladly do this for you.
I lost my train of thought,
After I finished speaking with the husband. OK. I just paused it. I was able to get back to doing what I was there to do. Get mom changed for bed and give mom her spa treatment. After the staff member came in and put her to bed. I tucked her in. Got the towels in place and proceeded to give mom the royal treatment. A very warm face cloth to rinse the face and relax the muscles, followed by a moisturizing cleanser, a rinse and then a final rinse, Then to finish her face off, a beautiful moisturizing lotion. Well the arms and legs were jealous, so they were next. And finally, I get mom to try to bend her knee's a little further.
Completely relaxed, she was at this point and almost asleep. Mom reaches her hand out. I grab it and I wait with her, while she falls asleep.
I leave!;
Off I go into the dark and stormy night, a journey that I no longer wish to trek. If only something would give. A surprise, an inspiration and if a miracle would take place. I would feel alive again.
No matter, what I will continue this trek, It is the arrival, that keeps me going.
Mom is good, she is healthy
GOD bless and good night
Kristopher Schmuland
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