Hello again
Tonight I was moving things from the storage locker, downstairs in the building., To the new place and I moved the wheelchair. When I unloaded it, to my surprise it turns out it is not even mom's chair, let alone missing parts. The whole chair is gone. I will be writing the manager and will have a few words to say to her.
First off the bracket that holds the head rest on is backwards. I have been the one putting it on her chair and it has always been right handed, as well as having a 3 handled screw holding it on. On the left side and a 2 handled screw. So I looked further and this is a piece of crap chair that is broken all over the place. The arm rests are broken. The wheels are damaged. I checked the serial number of the chair against the serial number of the chair that was purchased for mom, and guess what, not the same chair.
Did this manager even think that I might have the serial number and would check it. On top of lying to the police about us donating the chair, They just had the balls to just take mom's seat cushion, which was marked, and put it on an old piece of crap chair.
This manager really must think everyone is stupid. That people would be to busy grieving to notice. Yes that would usually be the case, for those how where never there for their loved 's. But I was there every single day for 4 or more hours each day.
And when I say they murdered mom. I told them not to give her morphine, that it would kill her, and they did anyways. Guess what, it did kill her.
Now this manager claims she is Christian. But that is another lie. She lied to the police and she allowed the chair to be swapped out and a piece of crap chair given to me instead.
I am ending this now, to write the manager and let her know that she is not going to get this by me, that things are going to get intense now. I have the name of the reporter for the Vancouver sun who handles things like this.
Mom's chair was in good condition, not a piece of crap.
Please pray I need help planning a service for mom as well as help dealing with this nonsense
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Murder, Theft and lies
Hello again
First off I need to state this. THIS IS MY OPINION AND THAT IS JUST THAT As what I am about to write may be considered, well you will understand
I received an email from the police officer (RCMP White Rock detachment) giving me an update or should I say an answer to my phoning the police and having an investigation done about the theft of the parts for my mother's wheelchair.
There answer is they are not going to do anything about it. No proof that they took it, no video ( I told the police officer there was video and she just delayed getting to it) Right away. But it was not my responsibility to get the video. That was the responsibility of the police to do this. Not mine.
This officer didn't even have the decency to call me or talk to me in person. I was informed by email. Isn't that nice.
Of course it is going to be this way, I knew it from the start. White Rock hospital, White Rock police. But if it was the average Joe that took the parts, they would of been arrested right away.
The officer didn't even listen to me when I reported it. I told her about the conversation the manager( Manager Al Hogg floor 1 and 3, Peace Arch Hospital, White Rock, BC, Canada.) Call and tell the manager she is a lier. The conversation went like this and I quote, exact words. She was wearing a Black skirt, and a Black sweater. ( The manager, Al Hogg floor 1 and 3, Peace Arch Hospital, White Rock,BC, Canada) Quote exact words " In this case the family usually donates the chair" again exact words. My response was. No I am not donating this chair to Al Hogg. This is a $3500 dollar chair, plus another $1500 in extra parts I will not donate this chair to you. This was what my mother sat on for years, it is a part of her. I am not even going to sell it. OK, maybe I didn't say the last part. I will pull up that Blog And I will repost it for all to see.
This is when the chair went into probate. The case manager from the PGT had a large part in this chair being parted out. I know this. She disliked me and did everything to screw me over. As well as her manager. ;I am sure I wrote their names down at one point.
I am pissed off right now and if I wasn't a decent person.
Here in where it is interesting. I wrote it down, that very night. It is in my blog. February 2 or 3, 2016. I always write everything down. And I don't lie about anything on this blog. The Truth Raw and Real. I have alway said this. And if someone doesn't like it, please, you don't have to read it. This I have said as well.
The manager lied to the police officer. Told them that the family donated the chair and that it was wrapped. BS. The chair was never wrapped. The chair should of been itemized, piece by piece and that was the job of the OT from Al Hogg floor 3 and the manager of Al Hogg floor 1 and 3, Peace Arch Hospital, White Rock, BC Canada to make sure everything was accounted for. And of course they didn't do this, as they had already taken the parts and given them to some other's. This is why they banned me. They knew that I was aware they took the parts They didn't want me to cause a scene. No I would not of caused a scene, I would of been on this, calling whomever was needed to be called and I am now going to do this.
Look I am willing to help other's out. But they just take it upon themselves to just take the pieces and not even ask. I had this problem with them, several times. Where is this piece of the wheelchair. Well we thought you wouldn't mind if we let someone else use it. My answer was always. No, return it now. You didn't even ask me, You just took it. Maybe if you would of asked first, things would be different, but since you didn't ask, the answer is no. Return it now.
Anyway. The Manager, of Al Hogg floor 1 and 3, Peace Arch Hospital, White Rock, BC, Canada) told the officer that the family donated it. A lie. This, again, I told the police officer from the start. I didn't donate it and would donate it. The officer didn't even listen to me. Of course she took the word of the Manager Al Hogg floor 1 and 3, Peace Arch Hospital,White Rock, BC, Canada.
This manager banned me from the building, Lied to the police by saying the family donated it and that the chair was wrapped. Was part of the theft of the parts for my mother's wheel chair.
I am not done, by far, with this. I will pull up that Blog post from the day this conversation took place and post it again. I am going to call every single newspaper, TV station, radio station and tell them how Al Hogg stole my mother's parts of the wheel chair, lied to the police about it. Didn't itemize every single part when putting the chair aside for pick up by the PGT.
I will be on the phone tomorrow. I don't even know if I am going to get any sleep tonight. I was suppose to be at this workshop this morning, but I was to upset to go. This is something that is going to get me into the advocacy industry. But there are several other workshop coming up next week which I can attend. Planning to do this. I want to facilitate these workshops.
I just knew I was getting bad news about the chair today. And sure enough, within hours, the bad news arrived. Say what you want. I feel things and they are right. I know things. We all have this ability but choose not to use it, or don't understand it or just ignore it.
I will even picket Al Hogg and the Peace Arch Hospital if I have too. I don't care.
These people knew what measures I would take to protect my mother and her rights, assets etc...etc... From the start. They knew about me, How I would not be taking any kind of ............... from anyone.
Now Al Hogg murdered my mother. They starved her, they gave her morphine, after I told them not to, that it would kill her. Which it did. And I wrote this down as well. Go figure I would write everything down. I know how to cover my ass.
I told them mom was sick, a month before they did anything about it. By then it was to late. Mom was eating one day, and the next day they told me not to feed my mother. The only thing that would keep her and all of us alive. Being fed, Eating food. They gave me a letter and we had a meeting, which they stated that if I don't listen to them they would ban me from coming to see my mother. I HAVE THAT LETTER. I have everything. The calender where I marked down what mom was eating, how much she was eating. The letter they gave me which they threatened me.
Really, they knew I wrote and write a Blog. That I wrote and write exactly what happens Real, Raw and the Truth. Morons. Thieves and lairs.
I have been writing the name of the the place who took the parts, the name of the hospital whose grounds the Al Hogg pavilion is on. In case someone wanted to call and say a few words to the manager. Just phone the hospital, ask for the manager of Al Hogg 1 and 3. and you will be transfered to her. And if you get her voice mail. Leave a nice polite message. LOL! sarcasm
I need to go now, I have to eat, since I can't afford to eat during the day. And it is paying a toll on me. I am almost ready to faint at times. I is really bad
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
First off I need to state this. THIS IS MY OPINION AND THAT IS JUST THAT As what I am about to write may be considered, well you will understand
I received an email from the police officer (RCMP White Rock detachment) giving me an update or should I say an answer to my phoning the police and having an investigation done about the theft of the parts for my mother's wheelchair.
There answer is they are not going to do anything about it. No proof that they took it, no video ( I told the police officer there was video and she just delayed getting to it) Right away. But it was not my responsibility to get the video. That was the responsibility of the police to do this. Not mine.
This officer didn't even have the decency to call me or talk to me in person. I was informed by email. Isn't that nice.
Of course it is going to be this way, I knew it from the start. White Rock hospital, White Rock police. But if it was the average Joe that took the parts, they would of been arrested right away.
The officer didn't even listen to me when I reported it. I told her about the conversation the manager( Manager Al Hogg floor 1 and 3, Peace Arch Hospital, White Rock, BC, Canada.) Call and tell the manager she is a lier. The conversation went like this and I quote, exact words. She was wearing a Black skirt, and a Black sweater. ( The manager, Al Hogg floor 1 and 3, Peace Arch Hospital, White Rock,BC, Canada) Quote exact words " In this case the family usually donates the chair" again exact words. My response was. No I am not donating this chair to Al Hogg. This is a $3500 dollar chair, plus another $1500 in extra parts I will not donate this chair to you. This was what my mother sat on for years, it is a part of her. I am not even going to sell it. OK, maybe I didn't say the last part. I will pull up that Blog And I will repost it for all to see.
This is when the chair went into probate. The case manager from the PGT had a large part in this chair being parted out. I know this. She disliked me and did everything to screw me over. As well as her manager. ;I am sure I wrote their names down at one point.
I am pissed off right now and if I wasn't a decent person.
Here in where it is interesting. I wrote it down, that very night. It is in my blog. February 2 or 3, 2016. I always write everything down. And I don't lie about anything on this blog. The Truth Raw and Real. I have alway said this. And if someone doesn't like it, please, you don't have to read it. This I have said as well.
The manager lied to the police officer. Told them that the family donated the chair and that it was wrapped. BS. The chair was never wrapped. The chair should of been itemized, piece by piece and that was the job of the OT from Al Hogg floor 3 and the manager of Al Hogg floor 1 and 3, Peace Arch Hospital, White Rock, BC Canada to make sure everything was accounted for. And of course they didn't do this, as they had already taken the parts and given them to some other's. This is why they banned me. They knew that I was aware they took the parts They didn't want me to cause a scene. No I would not of caused a scene, I would of been on this, calling whomever was needed to be called and I am now going to do this.
Look I am willing to help other's out. But they just take it upon themselves to just take the pieces and not even ask. I had this problem with them, several times. Where is this piece of the wheelchair. Well we thought you wouldn't mind if we let someone else use it. My answer was always. No, return it now. You didn't even ask me, You just took it. Maybe if you would of asked first, things would be different, but since you didn't ask, the answer is no. Return it now.
Anyway. The Manager, of Al Hogg floor 1 and 3, Peace Arch Hospital, White Rock, BC, Canada) told the officer that the family donated it. A lie. This, again, I told the police officer from the start. I didn't donate it and would donate it. The officer didn't even listen to me. Of course she took the word of the Manager Al Hogg floor 1 and 3, Peace Arch Hospital,White Rock, BC, Canada.
This manager banned me from the building, Lied to the police by saying the family donated it and that the chair was wrapped. Was part of the theft of the parts for my mother's wheel chair.
I am not done, by far, with this. I will pull up that Blog post from the day this conversation took place and post it again. I am going to call every single newspaper, TV station, radio station and tell them how Al Hogg stole my mother's parts of the wheel chair, lied to the police about it. Didn't itemize every single part when putting the chair aside for pick up by the PGT.
I will be on the phone tomorrow. I don't even know if I am going to get any sleep tonight. I was suppose to be at this workshop this morning, but I was to upset to go. This is something that is going to get me into the advocacy industry. But there are several other workshop coming up next week which I can attend. Planning to do this. I want to facilitate these workshops.
I just knew I was getting bad news about the chair today. And sure enough, within hours, the bad news arrived. Say what you want. I feel things and they are right. I know things. We all have this ability but choose not to use it, or don't understand it or just ignore it.
I will even picket Al Hogg and the Peace Arch Hospital if I have too. I don't care.
These people knew what measures I would take to protect my mother and her rights, assets etc...etc... From the start. They knew about me, How I would not be taking any kind of ............... from anyone.
Now Al Hogg murdered my mother. They starved her, they gave her morphine, after I told them not to, that it would kill her. Which it did. And I wrote this down as well. Go figure I would write everything down. I know how to cover my ass.
I told them mom was sick, a month before they did anything about it. By then it was to late. Mom was eating one day, and the next day they told me not to feed my mother. The only thing that would keep her and all of us alive. Being fed, Eating food. They gave me a letter and we had a meeting, which they stated that if I don't listen to them they would ban me from coming to see my mother. I HAVE THAT LETTER. I have everything. The calender where I marked down what mom was eating, how much she was eating. The letter they gave me which they threatened me.
Really, they knew I wrote and write a Blog. That I wrote and write exactly what happens Real, Raw and the Truth. Morons. Thieves and lairs.
I have been writing the name of the the place who took the parts, the name of the hospital whose grounds the Al Hogg pavilion is on. In case someone wanted to call and say a few words to the manager. Just phone the hospital, ask for the manager of Al Hogg 1 and 3. and you will be transfered to her. And if you get her voice mail. Leave a nice polite message. LOL! sarcasm
I need to go now, I have to eat, since I can't afford to eat during the day. And it is paying a toll on me. I am almost ready to faint at times. I is really bad
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Just trying and not doing exactly
Hello again
First off I have this shirt, it is a shirt I really like. But I got tea on it and I have not been able to get the stain out. I have tried shout, OXI clean. I even soaked it for 4 days, as soon as got the stain on it, without detergent and still nothing. It is still there. I removed many tea stains from mom's clothing, without this much trouble. I just washed it again with a heavy duty stain remover and the darn stain is still there.
Now I have been seeing a few different counselors. 1 for grief, 1 for my depression and anxiety, and now another for dealing with all the different types of illness's I have and continue to get. I don't get colds or flu's, but I am getting everything else. I don't need or want to list them all off. It would take to long and would really depress me. It seems I just can't win.
I am getting homework from each of these counselors. Really!.. But the one I really want to continue to see and seems to understand my issues. I won't be able to see much more or anymore. I have to pay for this. Can't afford it. And it seems it is slowly starting to help a bit.
I am trying to just give mom a memorial service and no matter what, the cost prohibits me from giving my beautiful mother a proper memorial service. I think it is only going to cost me around $500. but no, it is double that and allot of things to do to make it something mom would be proud of.
I CAN'T EVEN GIVE MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER A PROPER SERVICE.
Everyone else gets a service within a few weeks of their passing. Yet my mother does not get the opportunity for other's to speak about her. About her life and how she touched their lives. And, again, everything seems just out of my reach.
I am moving in a few weeks and can't even afford to have someone move me. And I don't even know enough people to help me move. It is only a 10 blocks away. This alone is making me more depressed and it is starting to fill me with extreme anxiety. Just a few weeks away.
So I have to move, I need to find help for my move. The only counselor that is actually doing something for me, costs me. I will stop complaining about this counselor.
Well I just can't sit around, I am just getting on the bus and going for a ride. Doesn't matter where I go, I am just getting out. The only reason I am writing this so early, is I needed to do laundry.
I was asked what I celebrate. I have nothing to celebrate. There is so many things I need and just can't get. 1 being the needles for my glucose tester. Not covered. And I am only covered for 400 test strips a year. I need to check my glucose levels 3 times a day and that is 3 test strips each day. Not enough. This diabetes is really bad, I am crashing badly through out the day. And just simply eating something is not helping. I am still crashing. It is not a good feeling. I am feeling sick.
I am to eat three or more times a day, I am to eat healthy. Before I found out I had diabetes, I only ate once a day, as that is all I could afford and now this is really important that I eat properly. But again, it is not going to happen.
Oh well, I am just going to have to deal with this, If I can't afford to eat three healthy meals a day, it is just not going to happen.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Thank you for reading my blog.
First off I have this shirt, it is a shirt I really like. But I got tea on it and I have not been able to get the stain out. I have tried shout, OXI clean. I even soaked it for 4 days, as soon as got the stain on it, without detergent and still nothing. It is still there. I removed many tea stains from mom's clothing, without this much trouble. I just washed it again with a heavy duty stain remover and the darn stain is still there.
Now I have been seeing a few different counselors. 1 for grief, 1 for my depression and anxiety, and now another for dealing with all the different types of illness's I have and continue to get. I don't get colds or flu's, but I am getting everything else. I don't need or want to list them all off. It would take to long and would really depress me. It seems I just can't win.
I am getting homework from each of these counselors. Really!.. But the one I really want to continue to see and seems to understand my issues. I won't be able to see much more or anymore. I have to pay for this. Can't afford it. And it seems it is slowly starting to help a bit.
I am trying to just give mom a memorial service and no matter what, the cost prohibits me from giving my beautiful mother a proper memorial service. I think it is only going to cost me around $500. but no, it is double that and allot of things to do to make it something mom would be proud of.
I CAN'T EVEN GIVE MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER A PROPER SERVICE.
Everyone else gets a service within a few weeks of their passing. Yet my mother does not get the opportunity for other's to speak about her. About her life and how she touched their lives. And, again, everything seems just out of my reach.
I am moving in a few weeks and can't even afford to have someone move me. And I don't even know enough people to help me move. It is only a 10 blocks away. This alone is making me more depressed and it is starting to fill me with extreme anxiety. Just a few weeks away.
So I have to move, I need to find help for my move. The only counselor that is actually doing something for me, costs me. I will stop complaining about this counselor.
Well I just can't sit around, I am just getting on the bus and going for a ride. Doesn't matter where I go, I am just getting out. The only reason I am writing this so early, is I needed to do laundry.
I was asked what I celebrate. I have nothing to celebrate. There is so many things I need and just can't get. 1 being the needles for my glucose tester. Not covered. And I am only covered for 400 test strips a year. I need to check my glucose levels 3 times a day and that is 3 test strips each day. Not enough. This diabetes is really bad, I am crashing badly through out the day. And just simply eating something is not helping. I am still crashing. It is not a good feeling. I am feeling sick.
I am to eat three or more times a day, I am to eat healthy. Before I found out I had diabetes, I only ate once a day, as that is all I could afford and now this is really important that I eat properly. But again, it is not going to happen.
Oh well, I am just going to have to deal with this, If I can't afford to eat three healthy meals a day, it is just not going to happen.
GOD bless and good night
Kris Schmuland
Thank you for reading my blog.
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