Hello again
There are things mom needs and I just don't have the money for these items. But the PGT and the case manager are playing the same old bullshit games. Actually it is the case manager who is playing the games.
Mom needs brake handle padding. I am constantly injuring my legs because of them. I feed mom, her wheelchair is right beside me. So when I get up or move, I am banging into the unprotected brake handle. Then I cut my leg. There has been so many times I have had to go and get a band aid, because I am bleeding so badly. But no, this women is just playing a game.
There is this manual, that is for legal rights of seniors in residential home. I can't print it, as it is over 154 pages long. That would use up all of my ink, and then I can't afford to replace the ink. I have asked several times for help with this. But her response is figure it out. It is to make sure mom's legal rights are upheld. Oh yea, that is the job of the PGT to protect her legal rights. And all of these years they have done...Well not a damn thing to protect mom's legal rights. It is I who have done all the work. Speaking with lawyers, sitting in the law library, doing the research.
And mom needs a bed side lamp.
I don't have any money for anything. I don't even get by. I am the new face of the poor. This city spends more money on the homeless than the actual poor. Where the majority of the homeless are drug addicts. There problem not mine. It is they who choose to stick a needle in there arms. Not anyone else making them. No amount of money is going to stop them from doing this. Period. It is not until they want to quit, That thing will happen.
Now for my other bitch today. It has been over a decade that I have been looking after my ailing parents. In that time not a single person has given me any help at all. Not even an offer of help. I lost my friends because I chose to take care of my parents and now mom. I have done everything alone. My family has not done a single thing, towards helping mom out. They know nothing about her, how to interact with her, To feed her. What her expressions mean. Nothing.
I take the bus and it is 180 km round trip for me each day. From a place I actually hate being at, to mom's.
What I get from people is GOD will bless you for what you are doing for your mother. Or I respect you for what you are doing. Meaning, get a f..in job, you looser. I am disabled
In the last decade I have been involved in 5 car accidents that has injured me. The first, I spent over a year and a half wearing this hard plastic back brace. Fractured my back. Then, I couldn't use my right arm, at all, for almost a year. Hence me becoming left handed. Then my hip and back. The next one, caused me to have to wear a neck brace for almost a year. Another one, my left knee. The doctors are surprised I am still walking. The last one trauma which has caused me to loose most of my hearing behind me. And to start to loose the rest of my hearing. NICE ISN"T IT
Sure I received some compensation for these accidents. I had to live off of it. And pay for physiotherapy with this. Where I live it is $120 hr for physiotherapy. I still need to go, but I don't have any money for this or anything else.
I have been diagnosed with Parkinson't disease. I am to take the medication 3 times a day. I can barely take it once a day. You see I need to eat, each time I take a pill. Not happening, no groceries.
So I am going on a HUNGER STRIKE TO SEE IF THERE IS A GOD. How ever long it takes. I have gone three weeks without food, so let us see if there is a GOD after all.
I hate living where I am. I have prayed to find a place close to mom. I need hearing aids. I have prayed for this as well. No help from the government or anywhere else, for that matter. Yet they can still spend millions of dollars on the drug addict homeless who choose to be homeless.
ENOUGH
Today when I arrived at mom's she had the biggest and warmest smile on her face. So happy to see me. This made me tear up a bit. Mom ate well tonight. I have to be very patient with her. let her take her time eating. Even if it means getting there early and start our dinner. Just to give her plenty of time to chew her food. Yes mom is experiencing some problems with swallowing. Just give her extra time to chew, that is all. But mom does not have much problem with dessert. It is what she likes.
We finished in enough time for the aid to come in and put her to bed and change her. Afterwards, I quickly went and did the dishes and put some of her things away. Came back in and it was spa treatment time. Mom only wanted her face and arms done. But it has been a few days since I did her legs. so we needed to do this. Mom just laughed, but enjoyed it immensely. I exercised her legs as well. When done I decided I was staying until mom fell asleep completely. So I did. When mom;s arm was limp,and she was breathing deeply, I thought it time to leave. Her hand was loose around my hand, so I started to pull it away, remember, mom was asleep at this point. She tightened her hand back up around my hand. So I waited. I have nothing to come back to, so I waited a while longer. Eventually I was able to get my hand loose. Mom mumbled with a grin on her face, that was saying, why are you letting go of my hand.
So mom is healthy. She deserves more than I can give her. But I try and do my best. I want to do more and the only way I can do this is to live in White Rock.
I am out of here.
Kris Schmuland
