Good morning everyone and Happy Friday!
YAY FRIDAY!
If you follow my blog on a fairly regular basis (nobody does that who am I kidding) you will know that I am a proud supporter of Red Friday.
As a friend of a veteran, I know that a lot of soldier suffer from serious self esteem crashes when they come back from their service. Sometimes troops feel worthless, and some commit suicide as a result.
I really wish there was a program to help with soldiers' self esteem. Could such a program exist?
I did some research, and some counseling groups exist for soldiers. Is it enough? I don't have the answers, I don't know what the right answer is. It's just frustrating to me and I wish there was something I could do to help.
The Center for Veterans Issues is an American group that offers programs and counseling for soldiers that need help returning to their civilian life. This is brilliant, and I need to find out if similar programs are available in Canada.
If you know of any such programs or have any questions/comments on the matter, please feel free to comment on this post below. I want to improve the lives of our soldiers and veterans and any suggestions on how to do that are greatly appreciated.
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Friday, February 6, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
Service dogs for our veterans
Happy Friday, everyone!
As I mentioned last week, I am proud to take part in RED Friday (remember everyone deployed). I have always been so proud, happy, and eager to support our soldiers.
One of my closest friends is a former Marine, and his experiences are heartbreaking. As a close friend of a veteran, I understand (to an extent- none of us can fully understand what they go through) PTSD and the nightmares that these soldiers have when they come back home.
Naturally I cried and had all the feels when I saw this commercial drawing attention to service dogs for soldiers.
As I mentioned last week, I am proud to take part in RED Friday (remember everyone deployed). I have always been so proud, happy, and eager to support our soldiers.
One of my closest friends is a former Marine, and his experiences are heartbreaking. As a close friend of a veteran, I understand (to an extent- none of us can fully understand what they go through) PTSD and the nightmares that these soldiers have when they come back home.
Naturally I cried and had all the feels when I saw this commercial drawing attention to service dogs for soldiers.
I bawled my fucking eyes out when I saw this commercial. All I could do was picture my beloved friend in that situation (because I know he went through that) and I cried and cried. My heart broke into a hundred thousand pieces, as it always does when I'm reminded of the anguish these men endure.
I want to say that I think service dogs for soldiers is a brilliant idea. My dear friend told me about his nightmares, about waking up screaming and thrashing. I sincerely wish he had support during those moments. A loyal dog would have been perfect for him.
I am so very happy that my dear Marine is recovering, and a service dog may not be necessary for him. But that doesn't mean that others could benefit so much from one.
In all seriousness, these dogs could save their lives.
Sending our boys, deployed and at home, all my love and support.
xoxo
-Captain Lakie, the Silly Mallard
Friday, January 23, 2015
Yoga
Hello, Everyone
Over this past week I've been struggling a bit. My pain has been pretty bad and I've also been utterly distraught by the way I look. See, I've always been the thin, athletic little spitfire. Since my diagnosis 4 years ago, my physical activity has decreased slowly.
In 2011, even before my diagnosis, I spent a weekend hiking in the Rockies. I ended up in the hospital, to make a long story short. The ER doctor thought I had serious ovarian torsion and suggested I take an ambulance to Cranbrook, British Columbia.
So perhaps you can see why I'm afraid to get some solid exercise. So my weight has fluctuated, from freaky skinny to, well, a little bit too soft for my liking. I'm about 125 pounds right now and I'm not very happy about it. Finally I decided that this wasn't gonna fly with me, so I chose to start practicing yoga.
Yesterday I did my first session. It was... interesting. I had tried hot yoga in high school and quite enjoyed it. I went to attend a class on campus yesterday, but discovered that the class was too full for me to join. So I went back to my boyfriend's and got some videos going on Youtube.
Well let me tell you, this whole yoga thing was awesome, but, not so nice on my body. Some of the stretches felt ah-mazing but some, involving my left leg, were so painful that I burst into tears.
Kindof embarrassing, considering that the yoga video was demonstrated by a 12-year old girl, and because my boyfriend was on the couch, half watching me, half playing Zelda on his 3DS.
All in all the experience went well. I did 40 minutes of yoga and worked up a sweat. I think it was a success, until I couldn't roll over in my sleep because OW. I'm hurting this morning, but it's nothing a little Tramadol can't fix!
On another (more important) note, I am happy to mention that I am participating in R.E.D Friday today. Red Friday is an awareness campaign for our military. R.E.D means remember everyone deployed. On Fridays wear red to show your support for our armed forces. Today I am happily wearing my red Semper Fidelis sweater, as I am partial to the USMC. Much love, boys. xo.
Over this past week I've been struggling a bit. My pain has been pretty bad and I've also been utterly distraught by the way I look. See, I've always been the thin, athletic little spitfire. Since my diagnosis 4 years ago, my physical activity has decreased slowly.
In 2011, even before my diagnosis, I spent a weekend hiking in the Rockies. I ended up in the hospital, to make a long story short. The ER doctor thought I had serious ovarian torsion and suggested I take an ambulance to Cranbrook, British Columbia.
So perhaps you can see why I'm afraid to get some solid exercise. So my weight has fluctuated, from freaky skinny to, well, a little bit too soft for my liking. I'm about 125 pounds right now and I'm not very happy about it. Finally I decided that this wasn't gonna fly with me, so I chose to start practicing yoga.
Yesterday I did my first session. It was... interesting. I had tried hot yoga in high school and quite enjoyed it. I went to attend a class on campus yesterday, but discovered that the class was too full for me to join. So I went back to my boyfriend's and got some videos going on Youtube.
Well let me tell you, this whole yoga thing was awesome, but, not so nice on my body. Some of the stretches felt ah-mazing but some, involving my left leg, were so painful that I burst into tears.
Kindof embarrassing, considering that the yoga video was demonstrated by a 12-year old girl, and because my boyfriend was on the couch, half watching me, half playing Zelda on his 3DS.
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| My face while stretching my left leg. |
All in all the experience went well. I did 40 minutes of yoga and worked up a sweat. I think it was a success, until I couldn't roll over in my sleep because OW. I'm hurting this morning, but it's nothing a little Tramadol can't fix!
On another (more important) note, I am happy to mention that I am participating in R.E.D Friday today. Red Friday is an awareness campaign for our military. R.E.D means remember everyone deployed. On Fridays wear red to show your support for our armed forces. Today I am happily wearing my red Semper Fidelis sweater, as I am partial to the USMC. Much love, boys. xo.
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