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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Josh Bleill's Book: One Step At A Time, Good/Bad Medical Care, War Trauma, PTSD, and Child Abuse Trauma

I just finished reading the book, One Step At A Time by Josh Bleill with Mark Tabb. I read this book, because I’d served in the military, and wanted to know what our military personnel are dealing with in the war zones since 9/11.

In 2006, Josh was a Lance Corporal in the Marine Reserves in Indiana. His was called to active duty to serve in a combat zone. In Fallujah, Josh was severely injured by an IED. He sustained traumatic amputation of both legs above the knee, and traumatic brain injury (TBI). The blast injured his buddy - Tim Lang, and killed follow Marines/friends Joshua Hines and Brock Babb.

John 15:12-13 This is My commandment: that you love one another [just] as I have loved you. No one has greater love [no one has shown stronger affection] than to lay down (give up) his own life for his friend. (Amplified Bible)

Joshua Hines and Brock Babb, and all the other U.S. military men and women over time, who have given their lives for the sake of democracy and freedom have shown that greater love. I am grateful for their scarifies, and their families scarifies. Democracy and freedom are not free and shouldn’t be taken for granted. We have it at the cost of military members spilled blood causing loss of life or being maimed for life.

The Marines, soldiers, sailors, and airmen who have been maimed for life have to find a “new normal” in order to go on with life. Josh Bleill had to find a new normal, and writes about this in his book. I read his book with various emotions, not because the book was not good. On the contrary, this book is quite good, and I feel it should be required reading for all U.S. citizens and those wanting to become citizens, starting at the high school level on up, because, again, freedoms like free speech is not free. (I also feel that all should watch the movie: Taking Chance to include the Extras the DVD offers.)

Just a few weeks after the Iraq war started in 2003, while at work, I sustained severe life changing injuries for which I receive extremely poor medical care. Despite the media stating the U.S. has the “best health care,” I can certainly say it is not the best health care after the various forms of negative treatment I encountered by medical personnel, the lack of care and treatment – injuries never fixed, the fourth orthopedic doctor - a major sports team doctor who told me repeatedly, “It was a very complicated injury. I couldn’t fix it all…” yet none of his reports states this – causing more negative treatment; and what I still deal with because the damages is now a life time sentence.

I also suffered harassment in the workplace while on what was supposed to be light duty that contributed to further injuries. These are the reasons I read Josh’s book with varying emotions.

Josh wrote about the medical care he received, which seemed so positive and caring – the exact opposite of what I encountered. While reading, I couldn’t help but wonder where I’d be now if I’d received proper and caring medical treatment. (I will mention that about two-thirds of the way through his book, Josh did write about a negative encounter with a doctor - not one treating him, but one treating his buddy, Tim Lang; and Josh stepped up for his buddy, letting the doctor know he was out of line. Good for you, Josh. I wish I’d had a friend like you step up for me.)

Josh had to find that new normal when it came to dealing with being a double leg amputee. Josh stated, “Getting hurt isn’t supposed to stop you, it only makes you work harder to get back in the game.”

That game is LIFE and living it, but there are great challenges to those who deal with leg(s) or arm(s) amputation or lose of use despite it still being attached. Josh couldn’t have a job which required standing all day long. There is pain, as well as fatigue from standing, balancing, and walking on prosthetics.

My upper extremity was not amputated by the injuries, but I did ask for my hand to be cut off. Amputation wouldn’t stop the neurological pain and various symptoms the neurological condition causes, but it would stop the orthopedic pain and more. The doctor wouldn’t amputate. I believe it was because it would have meant admitting the orthopedic injuries were not all fixed.

Recently, I was asked how do I deal with it all. I answered, “I don’t have any choice, but to deal with it.” I realized later this wasn’t an answer, so here is the real deal from those of us with severely damaged extremity(ies) or amputated extremity(ies.) We deal with it day-by-day, hour-by-hour, and sometimes minute-by-minute. For me, I talk to God a lot. Those talks include raw, truthful emotions, even anger. We also learn to fake it until we can make it. We find a new normal, and get on with our lives as best we can, and adapting. Because so much is taken away, we work to find new dreams to dream which give us hope. For me since, I no longer have the leather tooling and piano playing and more abilities, I work towards my dream of being a published writer.

Josh informs the reader how great the obstacles are for those injured when it comes to finding a job. I understand this all to well. I wanted and needed to work, not just for a paycheck, but for the emotional well being too. When it comes to upper extremity disabilities, finding work is difficult. After losing a good paying job, it took over six and a half stressful years to get regular employment. It isn’t full time or high dollars, but it is a job I am grateful for, and when that call came in, I couldn’t help but cry tears of joy and thanksgiving. This job keeps groceries in the fridge, and has lowered the stress I felt with needing to keep a roof over my head and utilities paid. There is nothing extra for driving to do volunteer work, or vacations, Internet, fancy phones, cable TV, etc., but I have been able to make my “farm” a farm again after losing my horses (because of the injuries and lost income.) I have found a love for chickens; and with my eight new hens now laying eggs the Little Bit of Paradise Farm is once again a farm and not just a place in the country.

I had (have) to find ways to do daily living things that come easy for other, such as tying shoes. A person does not know just how much the hands are used, until you lose the use of one. How do you shower, put on deodorant, dress – pull up your pants, zip & button clothes/coats, or cook, wash dishes, clean, fold clothes, mow the lawn, etc. or drive a stick shift truck in the middle of winter with one hand? How do you open jars? I know, but I had to figure it out all on my own.

I have had well meaning people try to give advice on how to do something, but don’t realized that when they say, “You could do it like this” they are actually still using both hands until I tell them to look at themselves. In addition, there are others who don’t understand what I call “body mechanics.” They think because my disabled hand is on the lawn mower handle, snow shovel, or rake handle that I must be using it. No, I do this for balance reasons. And what I deal with can’t be fixed by “doing more therapy” as some of said.

Josh writes about the support of his family and friends during his long recovery. He mentions that Tim Lang also had the support of his family. Josh wrote, “Family is family.” Unfortunately, that is not the case for everyone.

Another extremely important subject Josh writes about is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) that many members of the military who have been in war zones suffer from. It is not something anyone can understand, unless they have experienced it.

Before I was injured on the job, I was, once, walking down the hallway behind two psychology students who were counseling veterans. One female student joked and laughed to the other about how she showed a military movie to Vietnam vets and “wonder how many of them would end up under the table.”

I never endured a combat zone, but I did endure another kind of war – that of abuse within a family. Having come from a majorly dysfunctional family, where my birth mother and some of her boyfriends were abusive, I know that not all families are caring and loving. Some are just people related by blood. My own mother said I “lived in a fantasy world” for believing that families could love one another and be there for each other. I do know that it can and does exist - Josh and Tim have it, and many others have it, as well.

Ephesians 6:4 Fathers (I believe this should read – mothers and fathers) do not irritate and provoke your children to anger [do not exasperate them to resentment], but rear them [tenderly] in the training and discipline and the counsel and admonition of the Lord. (Amplified Bible)

I believe the above verse speaks of abusiveness by a parent. When I was a child, I believed greatly in the Bible verse of “obey your mother and father.” In fact, my birth mother is the one responsible for my siblings and I starting out in the church – hearing sermons piped into the nursery when we were babies; but she was “heavy handed” when it came to punishments, and then it became abusive. Mom used my dad to get a college education, all the while having affairs, then filing for divorce.

I knew she never wanted custody of us, only taking us after one man she’d had an affair with, told her he wouldn’t have any respect for her as a mother if she didn’t take custody of her children. What did he really know of respect if he was married, knew my father because of being the farrier for our horses at the time, and who was having an affair with my mother who was married?

Any kind of abuse can leave scars, but when you’re a child, like me, living in a war of abuse, where a mother rants and raves for hours, making you stand or sit there the whole time without saying a word, and who hits for no reason, or throws things around screaming and cursing, you suffer trauma to the psyche. There are nightmares and flashbacks, just like war veterans have. You are different. And as an adult, if you talk about it, people don’t understand. Some will even say, “Get over it!” They don’t understand that by talking about it, you are not asking for attention or special treatment, you are just trying to find answers so you can heal. (And for those who have been abused, who use what they’ve been through as an excuse to do wrong. It is not a “Get Out of Jail” free card to do wrong or become abusive towards others.)

To those two psychology students who do not know what a war zone is like, and who should never counsel people because of their negative attitudes, and to people who are critical of those who are scarred by child abuse, it is not that easy to just “get over it.” Unless those who suffer from war trauma and child abuse trauma are given the tools and help needed, they don’t know how to get over it. And it is not because they want a pity party by others. In fact, most will shun themselves from others because of the lack of understanding and care.

What is needed? What must you and I do?

Love needs to be put into action. Romans 12 verse 9 - [Let your] Love be sincere: Hate what is evil; but hold fast to that which is good…verse 14 - Bless those who persecute you [who are cruel in their attitude toward you]; bless and do not curse them…verse 17 – Repay no one evil for evil, but take thought for what is honest and proper and noble [aiming to be above reproach] in the sight of everyone…verse 19 – Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave the way open for [God’s] wrath; for it is written; Vengeance is Mine, I will repay (requite), says the Lord.

I learned that the hands have more nerves concentrated in them than any other part of the body, and to greatly appreciate what still works. What I have learned while reading Josh’s book is that I have to let God take care of the wrong doings that occurred with the medical treatment or lack there of; and that sometimes great things can happen after awful things take place.

In conclusion, I will add my thoughts, some which have gone through my head for quite some time: Babies are not born hating others. Babies want to be loved. Hate is something that is taught. Families need to be more than people related by blood. Put away the cellphones & games, stop the adult partying, and stop thinking of just you (being selfish). That cellphone/game is not going to be there - to help you if you get injured or as you age - sitting there alone.

People relationships - family and friends are what we need, because God made us “social animals.” God made us needing a pack, so to speak. In other words, we need family, which includes extended family – grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. And if you find someone who is alone in this world, make them an “adopted family member”, it will mean more than you may ever know.

Being a family should mean each member is cared about and loved, as unconditional as humanly possible. Mothers and fathers need to step up and be parents. Be a positive, loving example and teach, speed time with, & nurture your child/children. Teaching includes disciplining, but not in an abusive manner. Teach children to love and give back in a positive way to this world. Teach manners and respect, not only respect for themselves, but for others as well, and for our world – the Earth.

If we, the whole earthly population, could do this, we wouldn’t have another Josh going to war, losing his legs; and we wouldn’t have children scarred from child abuse.

Please take time to read Josh Bleill’s book One Step At A Time. 


****It is also my hope that if one person reading this blog post is helped, then the difficulty I had writing the truths of my own experiences will be worth all the pain, both physical (typing is not an easy task now) and emotional I endured.


When I was a child, there were child abuse laws, and there were adults who knew of the abuse, yet never reported it. I ask that if you see or know of any form of abuse to a child, that you report it, and keep reporting it until something is done to help that child.****

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Chick With Broken Foot

Normallly, I do only one post every other Saturday, but today I am adding a second post about a little Rhode Island Red chick that has come to the Little Bit of Paradise Farm.
Baby chick needed a buddy to snuggle
with, so a toy lion worked.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2016


Isaiah 43:20 The wild animals honor me, the jackals and the owls, because I provide water in the desert and streams in the wasteland...

Sometimes God send humans to provide and help His creatures. Adding another chick was not planned. Yesterday, when I went to a farm store to purchase some chicken items, I was surprised to see newly hatched chicks this late in the season. Of course, I had to go look, because they are so cute.

Being an animal rescuer, I notice things about or with animals that others don’t necessarily see. In one of the large tanks that housed the chicks, I saw one chick with her leg out in front, toes curled under. I knew something was wrong. I got an employee who has helped me with chicks before. He said something was broken. I offered to buy her to get her some help, but he couldn’t sell her because the rules (not the farm store’s rules, but state rules) of needing to buy at least six chicks at a time.

Although, I am a rule follower, I do realize that sometimes the rules are wrong for certain situations. When an animal is in need of medical help and someone is willing to put the time and money into helping, then there should be alternatives for said rules.

Why is there such a rule? It is because of people who think chicks, baby bunnies, and ducklings make great Easter presents – buy one and give it to their kids who mangle the poor creatures. Animals are not Easter toys or presents!

[How could a newly hatched chick end up with a broken bone(s)? Chicks can be mailed as long as they can get to the destination within 2 days. A chick can go without food that long because they are still absorbing nutrients from the egg. Unfortunately, the USPS and other shipping companies are not 100 percent careful with packages. I know from talking to employees that packages get thrown around, even packages marked with “Live Animal Inside.” I’ve heard some horror stories.]

I continued my shopping. As I was walking to the front to pay for my items, the same employee saw me and said, “Come on, I’m going to sell you that one chick.”

“What about the rules?”

“I spoke to my boss and told him I was going to sell her as a single chick. And he just looked at me.”

We walked back and I quickly spotted her amongst the many dozens of other chicks. The employee packaged the chick and wrote the info on the carrying box. I said, “What if they give me trouble up front?”

“Tell them, Brian said it was okay.”

Thanks Brian!

My grocery shopping was shot for this trip. I had to get the little chick home, get her hydrated, and get her some medical care.

Having been a former licensed wildlife rehabilitator, I wished I knew how to take care of the break, but I had taken care of injured and orphaned squirrels not birds. To get the chick help quicker, I called a wildlife rehabber I knew who specialized in small birds, as well as many other creatures. (The local farm vet isn’t open in the mornings.)

At least with my rehabber’s training, I knew of some first-aid things to do.  First, I knew the chick needed hydration. She couldn’t walk to the water or food dishes in the tank she’d been in. I also knew of a homeopathic remedy to give her to help with the injury and any pain. I’ve seen homeopathic remedies work wonders on animals.

I spoke to the rehabber on the phone. She wasn’t sure if the chick could be saved. She said if the chick had lost circulation, there was no hope. I asked her to at least try and to take a look. She agreed.

It would take a little over an hour to drive to the rehabber’s. With the circulation issue crowding my thoughts, I quickly sent a text to some friends to pray that the chick’s circulation was good in the leg and foot. I also prayed, determined that I wasn’t going to let negative thoughts take hold. Then, we started the drive.

I had put the chick in a nest of toilet paper to hold her in place and to cushion her while driving, but each bump in the road made me wonder if she was okay. She didn’t do the typical chirping.

Once we arrived, I held the little girl as the rehabber checked her foot, leg, and hip area. I was barely breathing - waiting and wanting good news.

“The circulation is good,” the rehabber said.

Wow! Thank you, Lord!

The little "shoe" made from cardboard to straighten the
chick's foot bones.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2016
The chick was fitted with a “shoe” for her broken foot. I was instructed on how to cut new shoes, how to fit it, and how to tape it on, as this would need to be done if the shoe got soiled and as the chick grew. But the rehabber was worried about the chick not putting up a cheeping fuss.

Home we went and the fussing began along the way. Yeah! I had to be careful of my speed. I didn’t want a speeding ticket on top of the now expensive chick. Yes, I paid the full price $2.99 plus tax for a broken chick, and added a donation to the rehabber for helping, plus my cost in gas.
Now able to stand, but wobbily. Muscles
need to strengthen in her hip area.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2016


Still the chick wasn’t out of the woods, so to speak. Dehydration can kill baby animals and birds quickly. I worked all afternoon into early evening to get the chick to drink water from an eyedropper – rehydrating her with each drop. I also mixed organic plain yogurt with organic chick started to start her food.

At 7:35pm, I heard little cheeping sounds; I went in to check on the chick. She wanted to eat, and I helped - holding a spoon of food up to her little beak. About an hour later, chirping sounds brought me back to check again. She was eating - on her own.

Wow, what a great sign. This is still a critical time for the little chick, but with each passing hour and each improvement, her chances of surviving increase. 

Light for warmth, food, and water in smaller dishes for
safety reasons.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2016
As with Pippin, this little chick could also use your prayers for healing and strength. Sh still has a long road to recovery with lots of 'ify' things along the way.


The Animals Can Teach You

Spritzen, Pippin, and Deaf Dog Hope
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2016
Job 12:7-10 For ask now the animals, and they will teach you; ask the birds of the air, and they will tell you; Or speak to the Earth and it will teach you; and the fish of the sea will declare to you. Who not to recognize in all these that it is God’s hand which does it. In His hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind. (Amplified Bible)
Pippin O'Chi
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2016

Animals give me life and have taught me many things. God has given me a love for animals that many people do not understand, and that others have made fun of me for, but that is how God made me.

I know animals are important to God. He created them first. And to those Christians who have told me that God was just practicing before creating humans, think about this: Why would God need to practice? He is God!

This coming Tuesday, June 28th, it will be one year since I lost my beloved Koda suddenly and unexpectedly at just four years old. It has taken time to heal, and Pippin O’Chi had all four of her paws in that healing process for me. She has snuggled with me, licked away hurts, and played & been goofy making me laugh.

Then, in December, we added Spritzen Nala O’Chi to the pack. She makes a wonderful playmate, big sister, and toy stealer to Pippin. She is concerned when Pippin has to have a bath – watching the process, and then checking Pippin all over after she has been dried. Spritzen also makes sure Pippin’s ears are clean.

Spritzen Nala O'Chi and Pippin O'Chi playing tug with one
Spritzen's toys.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2016
What a pair they make, and I love them both dearly!!

Pippin O’Chi turned a year old on March 15, 2016.  We are still dealing with her immune system. Her fur is still thin, but she no longer has sores.

The problem we have put off for as long as possible because of her immune system is her teeth. Not all her baby teeth came out. We waited because we didn’t want to tax her immune system with a surgery, but it can’t wait any longer. Next Wednesday, June 29th, one year and one day after losing Koda, Pippin is scheduled to have the surgery needed to remove all those baby teeth.

Spritzen won’t know what to think with Pippin being gone for the day. They have never been separated before. When Spritzen had to go to the vet for shots, Pippin came with her; helping Spritzen deal with her fears.


This surgery is troubling to me. I know that I should just pray and give it all up to God – my own fears for Pippin’s wellbeing through the surgery, but I am going to ask for your help as well, to add your prayers for Pippin to get through the surgery without complications - Matthew 18:19-20 says: Again I tell you, if two of you on earth agree about whatever they may ask, it will come to pass and be done for them by My Father in heaven. For wherever two or three are gathered in My name, there I Am in the midst of them.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Rose of Sharon Bush and a Friendship

Spring has sprung. The grass has become a luscious green, and weeds & perennial plants are starting to grow. Of course the weeds always do quite well, out growing everything else. Trees and bushes are beginning to leaf out, with the canopy in wooded areas closing in.

Yard work begins with picking up hundreds of sticks and moving them to big piles we've made over the years. These stick piles provide shelter and protection for little animals and birds.

The dead remains of the
Rose of Sharon Bush.
 A disappointment for me, was finding that my Rose of Sharon (Hibiscus Syriacus) had died. I was given a start by my friend - Bob. We had worked together. He was the oldest guy in the department - all jobs were male dominant trade careers, and he was the one most open to having female co-workers.

Bob was a plasterer, a master of his trade. Plastering is not drywall work. It is better than drywall and fireproof. Plastering is the old-fashion way of building walls, using lath and plaster, and it is an art which is being lost.

Bob was open to working with me and even teaching his trade. He taught me how to repair plaster walls. I never had an opportunity to build a whole wall on my own, but helped him with putting up the lath and mixing the plaster.

It was on many jobs that I watched Bob holding a hawk full of plaster and taking the edge of the trowel into the plaster, moving it out and away, while tipping the hawk towards his body. The first time he had me try this, I dumped the hawk full of plaster down the front of my dark green uniform. He chuckled, his big belly jiggling up and down, and told me, "Don't touch it. You'll make a bigger mess if you try to clean it off, because it will smear. Let it dry, and then it will come off in chucks."

Even after it dried and the chucks came off, I was still left with a filty uniform that I had to walk around in.

Bob and I would team up to do other kinds jobs as well. Once we went to check on a job - what needed to be done, what supplies we needed, etc. Bob was up on the ladder checking around a light fixture, when he suddenly let out a yip, jumping around on the ladder.

Startling me, I jumped back and away, thinking he was being shocked by electricity somehow. Then, with his hands over his head, Bob threw his hip towards me and shouted, "Get it, get it, get it!"

This only caused me to jump further back, but I said, "Get what?"

"Get my pager!"

I reached up and pulled his pager off his belt - it was vibrating. Bob always set his pager so he could hear it, but somehow it had been switched to vibrate. When it went off, it startled him...

I was so relieved that he wasn't being electrocuted, but I got so tickled at what happened, I started laughing until I had tears in my eyes....

Bob, his wife, and I became friends, even after he retired. When I finally became a homeowner, Bob gave me a start from his huge Rose of Sharon. That start just didn't want to grow, despite it being a plant that is suppose to grow well.
Two new shoots from the
Rose of Sharon Bush.
Photo by Tracey R. Simmons 2016

The interesting thing is that Rose of Sharon started to grow after Bob passed away suddenly. It even had two different colors of blooms, something Bob's didn't have. It grew to be over six feet tall, but then suddenly died for no apparent reason. This was upsetting, because it had become a way for me to remember Bob and the good times we had shared as friends and co-workers.

Last weekend, I trimmed off the dead branches. In the process, I found not one, but two new shoots from that Rose of Sharon bush. I feel like the Heavens above smiled down on me, causing that growth. And in return, I smiled back, was thankful, and remembered Bob.





Saturday, December 26, 2015

Pet Rescues and Christmas Pets

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” – Anatole France

Pippin & Spritzen with their Olaf jackets.
Photo By Tracey R. Simmons 2015
Who gave a puppy, kitten, dog or cat to someone else as a “Christmas present?” Who received some sort of fuzzy pet as a “gift” this Christmas? I hope that anyone who received a pet as a gift this Christmas season realizes these fuzzy babies should be treated as cherished members of the family, to be loved throughout his or her life.

Dogs and cats can give unconditional love to us humans, which is a quality we humans have yet to learn. Sure we can love, but we don’t have the unconditional part figured out. There is nothing like a dog who is overjoyed to see you when you come home - tail wagging, toothy grin, and paws springing up and down with that joy. As for cats, there is something relaxing and soothing when a kitten or cat sits on your lap purring with contentment and love, all the while “kneading dough” or “making muffins” on your leg or belly.

Occasionally, when one has a fuzzy family member, life will throw a hurdle, such as serious illness/injuries, lose of job/income, or some other major difficult, into your path which makes keeping your fur-buddy impossible. If you have to deal with such trouble, being a responsible loving human means finding a new home or a pet rescue to take in your furry friend. (Some people aren’t as caring towards their pets. Instead they dump the pet out onto the streets, or drive to the country where they dump him or her out. Either way, it leaves that fur baby struggling to understand and survive.)
Pippin Elf-Dog and Spritzen Claus.
Photo By Tracey R. Simmons

 As mentioned in a post - Let The Playtime Begin...Chihuahua Playtime, Santa came early bringing a new best buddy to Miss Pippin O’Chi and me. This new fuzzy family member has been officially named: Spritzen Nala O’Chi, or Spritzen for short. I want to thank the couple that had to make the difficult decision to give her up and for getting her into a rescue.

 Back in June, I lost my beloved Koda (see June post – Life Isn’t Always Fair!). I want the couple to know that Spritzen Nala O’Chi squirmed, wiggled, and snuggled her way into my heart overnight; and that she is very much loved by this human and by Pippin. It’s amazing how the heart can feel so very broken in one moment in life that it feels it will never heal, but a few months later and in another moment in life, two little Chihuahuas can bring healing, lots of laughter, and pure love & joy.



Naptime!
Photo By Tracey R. Simmons 2015

The following is list of some rescues that I am 
familiar with and their links:
Fur Keeps Animal Rescue                                

When I lost Koda, I was angry at and felt betrayed by God, and let Him know it. (He isn’t going to strike anyone down with a bolt of lightning for being honest.) I’ve come to believe this - I don’t think it’s always about our knowing why God allows bad things to happen. I think it’s about our not getting stuck – meaning we go on living life, because no matter what, life will go on, and we might as well be a part of it - living each day to the fullest!