Golly, Miss Molly
A blog about a service dog and her veteran with PTSD
(Supporting the veteran and the family caregiver)
An apology to Readers
I’m sorry you did not have a Molly blog resting in your in box this morning. I generally post them at 1 am so you have them to read in the morning. I believe my tardiness falls into the “It’s All About Me” or “It’s Not My Fault” categories.
My veteran took me to the emergency room yesterday for a respiratory problem that took a few hours to clear. I’m so proud of how he did. With PTSD, it is difficult for my veteran to be in crowded places. Certainly, an ER waiting room qualifies as a crowded place. He chose a section by the door, which blew in snow and single digit temperatures. I suppose that is why he didn’t feel as closed in.
William and I met a lovely young veteran, who had not yet sought out the VA for her benefits although she is experiencing medical needs from her short service. We also met a sweet young mother and her baby. The mother’s face displayed a full shoe print from her eye to her neck. William spoke directly, suggesting the abuser needs to be dealt with–harshly.
The only social breech I’m aware of occurred when I was undergoing x-rays. Apparently, a man in the waiting room complained he had waited for two hours already and expressed his displeasure. William spoke boldly and told the man he had not been there for two hours. My veteran called him a liar and told him he needed to “man up” and stop the lying. William said a hospital employee suggested he not scold other patients. I think the entire ER waiting room probably cheered when he said it. Nonetheless, the lack of filters for a veteran with PTSD can be a problem. The rest of the time, he spent with me in an ER room. He recovered from his panic attack and helped me through the next four hours of our visit.
A Bit of Miss Molly Fiction
Molly just returned from her visit to see Uncle Bernard. We booked a charter flight home since Santa returned to the North Pole and already started working on 2015 Christmas presents. The charter resembled the 1930 charter plane from Mummy II
where the pilot (Crazy Bombacker) flies like a bat and enjoys terrorizing passengers (mostly cargo), including a Yak in the back. Anyway, she arrived home just as William loaded me into the car for my ER visit.
Back to Reality
Miss Molly helped herself to a box of wheat thins my husband left out when we rushed to the ER. We never did find the box. She recently ate plastic Ziplock bags filled with chocolate candy, including the wrappers at Christmas. I expect cardboard is tastier.
Unpredictable and In Need of Rest
Molly’s writing mom (the one without the paws and dewclaws) will be convalescing for the rest of the week, so my next blog will be Tuesday, January 6.
Whiteboard Video on PTSD
In the meantime, how about a new whiteboard video on PTSD? It came in my inbox today. It is a good introduction to PTSD and links with a host of resources offered by the National Center for PTSD.
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About the blogger
Dr. Penelope “Penny” Culbreth-Graft is a retired city manager and graduate professor. She lives with her disabled Vietnam Veteran husband, William, and his service dog, Molly, on Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado. She writes, paints, cares for her husband, and spends time with her grandchildren.