#war amps

[oldshowbiz]

Every keychain in Canada had one of these hanging from it once upon a time.

[grlgoddess]

Once again, I am distraught in realizing that Americans don't have an equivalent of the War Amps key tag program. And on top of that, people on reddit are wanting to opt out? and are "concerned" about how they get your address? The audacity??

The War Amps key tag program is magic. How do they know your name and address shortly after you get your first driver's license? Magic! How do they know when you move to always mail the key tags to the correct place? Magic! How can you drop lost keys with a tag into a mailbox and know they'll be returned to the owner? Magic!

They've been doing this FOR FREE since 1946 and people have the audacity to think about "data privacy." grow up.

(The only exception to this would be NaOnka from Survivor Nicaragua, who blindly hates prosthetic legs. I can understand why she wouldn't want the War Amps to have her address)

[doom-ocean]

As you can imagine, this was terrifying to watch as a little kid. Was this commercial in the US as well?

[fearformfun]

[bigoldfreak]

Made this a while ago, before I made this tumblr, and figured I’d post it here to have it in a more permanent place. It’s in reference to this very strange Canadian PSA (h/t Stop Podcasting Yourself for turning me on to this bit of Canadiana), which you really should watch if you haven’t anyways because it’s something else...

[adamroper]

On the mend

A few months before my surgery I met with Erez Avramov, a fellow amputee, to gather wisdom for the journey ahead. One thing he mentioned is the eventual hitting of rock bottom brought on by circumstances and complications related to the recovery.

Going through each circumstance I wondered which one was rock bottom- post surgery pain, taking a bad fall, phantom pain, adjusting to life at home, and gradually getting out of shape, or admitting defeat/humbling myself by asking for help (all difficult things I must say). I came about as close as ever today with realizing I have a bad bacterial infection on my wound, which I’m now fighting with antibiotics and garlic. The garlic was perhaps ill advised because now I stink like a guido’s apartment.

The saying ‘listen to your pain’ finally makes sense now. My phantom pain has been severe for about a week now and no medications have helped, which now I assume was coming from the infection, which I didn’t notice until the pain became unbearable. Listen to your pain but also listen to your family and a doctor- I’d say once daily get a second opinion on how your wounds are healing, in case they look worse than you may realize.

I’d say the most important thing in recovering has been having a place to recover. I’d strongly suggest that if you have a surgery, make a plan to have people around to help you recover. I’d go as far as saying you should sublet your apartment for two months and move in with someone to help. So far this is my 4th visit to a doctor for one problem or another, not counting the other 6 or so times I’ve had to call a nurse service because something was awry, and the times I’ve had errands to run or short walks to take to ease my fleeting sanity.

It’s also important to have people who can speak for you, literally. Eventually with all the side effects and pain I’ve become very discouraged, which makes speaking clearly a bit of a difficulty. Having someone to communicate on your behalf helps avoid the temptation of saying “oh, its fine” when a lot of the time it clearly ain’t fine.

Lastly, never be ashamed of venting your frustration by cursing like a sailor for a solid 5 minutes. Or crying works too (I’ve actually only cried once so far, while watching Sense8). This shit is hard, and the occasional emotional breakdown is just what the doctor ordered to keep your resolve to eventually climb out of rock bottom well intact.

[ontarionewsnorth]

Letter to the Editor: Don’t let it happen to you!

Letter to the Editor: Don’t let it happen to you! #WarAmps

Every year, The War Amps Child Amputee (CHAMP) Program enrols kids from across the country, due to lawn mower accidents that could have been prevented. A few seconds of fun in the wrong place changed their lives forever. Thank you for your consideration in sharing this very important message. Submit your Letters to the Editor to: [email protected] CONNECT: Find us on Twitter…

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[calicoskatts]

OMG YOU GUYS I HAVE ONE OF THOSE WAR AMPS KEY ON MY OLD KEYES WHERE THEY WILL BE RETURNED IF SOMEONE FINDS THEM AND IT WORKS BECAUSE MY OLD KEYS HAVE BEEN FOUND AND THE WAR AMPS RETURNED THEM. :D