This is the story of my mother and myself. About dealing with the institution, hospitals, the doctors and the PGT. How my mother feels thinks and what she wants. And how, as a care giver for her. My thoughts and feelings. How this all effects both my mother and myslelf. Searching for dignaty and respect. For legal purposes I have to write this is my opinion
Sunday, November 15, 2015
A Sunday night and cold
Hello again
It is starting to look allot like winter. OK it is cold out and in White Rock it was very windy, making even colder.
I have no idea but I am just cold all the time now.
So anyway, I arrived and got mom to her room, Then realized she needed to be changed. I went and got a care aid and we got her changed and into bed, By the time this was done, mom was now getting tired. But she didn't have dinner yet. I kept telling her it is not bed time, we need to eat first.
I was able to get mom to eat, at first she was hesitant, but soon was getting into eating. A nice diner and dessert. Then it was her nightly spa treatment.
Mom really loves this and I am glad. I just want to make her happy.
Saturday night we watched How the Grinch stole Christmas. Mom enjoyed this. I have a few more Christmas movies for us to watch and mom wants me to get the nut cracker ballet. I will do this tonight after this.
It has just been typical days.
I ended up getting a blender and it makes the best smoothies. I should of got one a long time ago. So much easier than the hand blender. Not as fast though, but better.
I am in real pain tonight. Something happened and it is bad.
My heart goes out to all in Paris.
It is just hurting to much to continue to type
Please pray for mom and I. That I find a place close to her.
GOD bless and good night.
Kristopher Schmuland