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Several elephants in Zakouma's main herd have been fitted with tracking collars so that the herd's location can be established at all times in order to protect them from poachers. Having first established their location from the air Zakouma National Park Director Rian Labuschagne attempts to pick up their signal from the ground.
For roughly 6 months of the year between June and November Zakouma National Park is almost entirely inundated with floodwaters at this time elephants would often disperse into the surrounding area of what is now the Salamat Faunal Reserve. During this time Arab horsemen from the Darfur region of neighbouring Sudan would come to hunt the elephants as they had done for perhaps several hundred years. Traditionally a group of up to 20 horsemen armed with lances would charge a herd aiming to separate out one of the elephants. A single horseman would then ride in front of this elephant to draw its attention and get it to pursue him allowing the other men to ride in and spear it from behind with their lances. They would aim for the elephant’s hamstrings in its hind legs which if severed would bring the animal down and ensure it could not get up again. Huge numbers of elephants were killed this way and in response the surviving herds in the region have learned that at the first sign of horsemen their best defence is bunch up into tight groups to ensure that no individual can be separated out.
Today this is no defence the horsemen are Janjaweed militiamen and members of the Sudanese armed forces and they come not with the lances used by their ancestors but with AK47s, belt-fed machine guns and rocket propelled grenades. This habit of bunching up into a single large herd has meant that the poachers can easily kill 50-60 elephants in a single attack by simply machine gunning the terrified animals as they try to escape. In 2005 an aerial count found 3,885 elephants in Zakouma and the surrounding area in under a decade the population was reduced to just 430 and had stopped breeding due to the constant stress. Since African Parks took over Zakouma the poaching has been almost entirely stopped and the elephants are breeding again the population now stands at around 470.
After so many years of poaching most of Zakouma's elephants still generally stick together in a single big herd and often keep to the thick bush making them difficult to find.
From “My encounters with the Barbarians blade”, by Lady Elina Greypepper
Of all my encounters with the Barbarian in that hellish forest while we travelled back towards the slavers, the seventh night of our enforced companionship is one of the most memorable. We always made camp just after dusk, Skarr setting a fire and cooking one of the small creatures she had killed during the day that I had been tasked to prepare. She forbade me from using what she called my “lotions and potions” on it, claiming the”bare taste of the meat was adequate”. And so this seventh night, we sat eating what I think was a cross between a small bird and a rat, a rough tasteless meat. Evidently Skarr thought so too because she spat out the first mouthful and ate nothing more that evening, muttering something about Norther animals being far more tasty and succulent. I did not respond, nor did she expect me to.
Then began the barbarian’s normal ritual of sharpening her blades. Not the Doomsayer, her greatsword. That mighty weapon had magical properties of some kind, and no matter how hard Skarr whacked it into some poor unfortunate creature’s skull, it never even tarnished. The edge was as sharp and fine as any blade I had ever seen. No, Skarr had several other small blades which, not being magical, required sharpening, and after supper, she pulled out a tiny wrapped oilstone from her pack and began to sharpen the weapons upon it, running her finger down each keen blade until blood was drawn.
As I watched her thumb bleed, I saw a vicious looking scar on the side of her stomach. This was unusual for her, as Skarr healed quickly, something I put down to her Norther blood. But this was still red and angry, as if someone or something had tried to rip her stomach open. Feeling strangely foolhardy, especially while the barbarian held her small blades, I crawled over to her from my place by the fire and reached out to the wound. She regarded me with her sharp eyes, and watched as my finger moved to the wound.
“I can make a poultice that will stop the pain”, I said.
“No!” she cried, flinching backwards, “the pain is important! It is part of me.”
“I don’t understand,” I asked, pulling back.
“Poshol ti nahoo, oslayob!” she muttered in her own tongue.
Unfortunately for Skarr, I had begun to understand a few words of Norther myself and I knew what most of Skarr’s foul mouthed little rants meant.
“Donkeys indeed!” I said, looking at her with an amused expression, “You need your mouth scrubbing out with nightwort”.
She said nothing, but returned my look of amusement. Then her look changed, the pained expression came across her face, an expression I have come to see once or twice since. I was wary, as, following the pained expression there usually came an outburst of violence. I watched as she moved position and came next to me by the fire. Speaking softly now, her voice wavering slightly, she spoke in her broken, heavy accented Imperial.
“They were my brothers. Tribe brothers, blood brothers, call them what you will. We have our own words; they do not…translate well. We have been through the blood rituals together, when every village pits it’s warriors against each other, the strongest of them rule, the weak are hacked to pieces. There is much drunkenness and death in these times. We had survived and united our tribes, bled together, laughed, cried, lain together”. She looked at me as she said this, the pained look in her eyes deepening. This was the longest speech I had ever heard Skarr speak.
“There were those who sought to break up the five of us, but they did not. We came to rule the seven tribes between us. We struck down the warlords and I was elected to rule in their stead. The terror of the north. When the attack on the Imperial city of filth was repelled, I fought to get in the same boat with my brothers, so we could laugh and chant at the Imperial weaklings who thought they had defeated us. We got into our boat and sang bawdy songs and drank till we puked, then drank some more”.
Skarr laughed as she remembered the good times, staring into the flames of the flickering camp fire. Then she continued.
“Gunnerson surprised me as we sailed to our homeland. He thrust a sack over my head and pulled the string tight. I was drunk and I puked inside the bag. Then he hit me in the face and the inside of the bag was full of my puke and now blood. Then someone else hit me in the back of the legs and I went down hard on the deck. Taggarhey and Gunnerson discussed whether or not they would hamstring me, they decided against it. My blood brothers. My beloved warlords. I was undone. Turned against. As they came to thrust me from the boat, Bunds slipped his knife deep into my side and twisted. I knew it was him, even though I could not see. He was beautiful with his blade. Efficient as only a Norther warrior can be. Blood to attract the slitherfish, he said. Bunds, the one I had lain with, the one who….never mind.”
“But yet you survived?” I said, looking directly into her eyes. Sure enough, the pain had gone now from her face, and I could feel the anger and fury radiate from her.
“I was dying in the water, surrounded by slitherfish preparing to strike their poison spines into me and drag me to the depths. I was ready to meet my ancestors and walk the halls of Varnarok where my father, mother and precious daughter waited. I was a warrior. Varnarok would embrace me into the afterlife. I had died in battle. That was when I found the Doomsayer in the water. I killed the slitherfish with it and washed ashore here. I crawled up onto the rocks and washed the blood and puke from my face. After I had dressed my gut wound, I sat upon the rocks and began to plan the way in which I would kill my treacherous kinsmen, my beloved blood brothers. I vowed vengeance upon them, terrible, personal vengeance. Vengeance written in blood. I will decapitate them, so that they will be forever denied the Halls of Varnarok.
I gasped at this. The Halls of Varnarok were, to the Northers, what the Nine Divines were to us Imperials. Decapitation was the worst possible death for any Norther. It meant that he would be forever denied the Halls of Varnarok. Never to walk with his ancestors. The reasons why they were denied this I did not know. Much of the old Norther faith is still a mystery to us, even now. Skarr looked at me and smiled. She did not have a pleasant smile; it was a smile of blood and death, of tears and vengeance. I did not know what to say to her, but she was relaxed enough to let me apply a poultice, before we settled down to sleep, or in my case, another sleepless night listening to the catcalls of the forest creatures and noises, or to Skarr’s incessant snoring as she slept soundly. I almost looked forward to meeting the slavers again. I just hoped Skarr would not slaughter them all before they conducted us to Samaria.
As I watched the fire burn, I saw the faint flicker of a smile cross Skarr’s lips. She looked at me,
“Fear not Dushka”, she laughed softly, “we will run into the slavers soon. Then we shall have fun and see if your plan works.”
Fun? I doubted it. Maybe for her it would be fun, but for poor little apothecary apprentice me, I sincerely doubted that I would come through it either free or alive. That night I slept even less well than I had done previously. And if I’d have known then what I know now about our forthcoming adventures, I would not have slept at all.
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PILATES PRINCIPLES
Breathe and hollow
Flexion of spine
Bridge – articulating
ROLL DOWN WITH THERABAND
The theraband teaches how much the limbs have to be active for the Pilates roll down.
To start
1. Sit with legs extended. Place theraband around feet and hold the theraband close to the feet. Bend knees if hamstrings are tight.
2. Exhale, hollow abdominals and sequence the spine on to the floor.
3. Inhale and lengthen the head away from the feet.
4. Exhale, hollow and roll back up.
5. Repeat two more sets.
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From “My encounters with the Barbarians blade”, by Lady Elina Greypepper
Of all my encounters with the Barbarian in that hellish forest while we travelled back towards the slavers, the seventh night of our enforced companionship is one of the most memorable. We always made camp just after dusk, Skarr setting a fire and cooking one of the small creatures she had killed during the day that I had been tasked to prepare. She forbade me from using what she called my “lotions and potions” on it, claiming the”bare taste of the meat was adequate”. And so this seventh night, we sat eating what I think was a cross between a small bird and a rat, a rough tasteless meat. Evidently Skarr thought so too because she spat out the first mouthful and ate nothing more that evening, muttering something about Norther animals being far more tasty and succulent. I did not respond, nor did she expect me to.
Then began the barbarian’s normal ritual of sharpening her blades. Not the Doomsayer, her greatsword. That mighty weapon had magical properties of some kind, and no matter how hard Skarr whacked it into some poor unfortunate creature’s skull, it never even tarnished. The edge was as sharp and fine as any blade I had ever seen. No, Skarr had several other small blades which, not being magical, required sharpening, and after supper, she pulled out a tiny wrapped oilstone from her pack and began to sharpen the weapons upon it, running her finger down each keen blade until blood was drawn.
As I watched her thumb bleed, I saw a vicious looking scar on the side of her stomach. This was unusual for her, as Skarr healed quickly, something I put down to her Norther blood. But this was still red and angry, as if someone or something had tried to rip her stomach open. Feeling strangely foolhardy, especially while the barbarian held her small blades, I crawled over to her from my place by the fire and reached out to the wound. She regarded me with her sharp eyes, and watched as my finger moved to the wound.
“I can make a poultice that will stop the pain”, I said.
“No!” she cried, flinching backwards, “the pain is important! It is part of me.”
“I don’t understand,” I asked, pulling back.
“Poshol ti nahoo, oslayob!” she muttered in her own tongue.
Unfortunately for Skarr, I had begun to understand a few words of Norther myself and I knew what most of Skarr’s foul mouthed little rants meant.
“Donkeys indeed!” I said, looking at her with an amused expression, “You need your mouth scrubbing out with nightwort”.
She said nothing, but returned my look of amusement. Then her look changed, the pained expression came across her face, an expression I have come to see once or twice since. I was wary, as, following the pained expression there usually came an outburst of violence. I watched as she moved position and came next to me by the fire. Speaking softly now, her voice wavering slightly, she spoke in her broken, heavy accented Imperial.
“They were my brothers. Tribe brothers, blood brothers, call them what you will. We have our own words; they do not…translate well. We have been through the blood rituals together, when every village pits it’s warriors against each other, the strongest of them rule, the weak are hacked to pieces. There is much drunkenness and death in these times. We had survived and united our tribes, bled together, laughed, cried, lain together”. She looked at me as she said this, the pained look in her eyes deepening. This was the longest speech I had ever heard Skarr speak.
“There were those who sought to break up the five of us, but they did not. We came to rule the seven tribes between us. We struck down the warlords and I was elected to rule in their stead. The terror of the north. When the attack on the Imperial city of filth was repelled, I fought to get in the same boat with my brothers, so we could laugh and chant at the Imperial weaklings who thought they had defeated us. We got into our boat and sang bawdy songs and drank till we puked, then drank some more”.
Skarr laughed as she remembered the good times, staring into the flames of the flickering camp fire. Then she continued.
“Gunnerson surprised me as we sailed to our homeland. He thrust a sack over my head and pulled the string tight. I was drunk and I puked inside the bag. Then he hit me in the face and the inside of the bag was full of my puke and now blood. Then someone else hit me in the back of the legs and I went down hard on the deck. Taggarhey and Gunnerson discussed whether or not they would hamstring me, they decided against it. My blood brothers. My beloved warlords. I was undone. Turned against. As they came to thrust me from the boat, Bunds slipped his knife deep into my side and twisted. I knew it was him, even though I could not see. He was beautiful with his blade. Efficient as only a Norther warrior can be. Blood to attract the slitherfish, he said. Bunds, the one I had lain with, the one who….never mind.”
“But yet you survived?” I said, looking directly into her eyes. Sure enough, the pain had gone now from her face, and I could feel the anger and fury radiate from her.
“I was dying in the water, surrounded by slitherfish preparing to strike their poison spines into me and drag me to the depths. I was ready to meet my ancestors and walk the halls of Varnarok where my father, mother and precious daughter waited. I was a warrior. Varnarok would embrace me into the afterlife. I had died in battle. That was when I found the Doomsayer in the water. I killed the slitherfish with it and washed ashore here. I crawled up onto the rocks and washed the blood and puke from my face. After I had dressed my gut wound, I sat upon the rocks and began to plan the way in which I would kill my treacherous kinsmen, my beloved blood brothers. I vowed vengeance upon them, terrible, personal vengeance. Vengeance written in blood. I will decapitate them, so that they will be forever denied the Halls of Varnarok.
I gasped at this. The Halls of Varnarok were, to the Northers, what the Nine Divines were to us Imperials. Decapitation was the worst possible death for any Norther. It meant that he would be forever denied the Halls of Varnarok. Never to walk with his ancestors. The reasons why they were denied this I did not know. Much of the old Norther faith is still a mystery to us, even now. Skarr looked at me and smiled. She did not have a pleasant smile; it was a smile of blood and death, of tears and vengeance. I did not know what to say to her, but she was relaxed enough to let me apply a poultice, before we settled down to sleep, or in my case, another sleepless night listening to the catcalls of the forest creatures and noises, or to Skarr’s incessant snoring as she slept soundly. I almost looked forward to meeting the slavers again. I just hoped Skarr would not slaughter them all before they conducted us to Samaria.
As I watched the fire burn, I saw the faint flicker of a smile cross Skarr’s lips. She looked at me,
“Fear not Dushka”, she laughed softly, “we will run into the slavers soon. Then we shall have fun and see if your plan works.”
Fun? I doubted it. Maybe for her it would be fun, but for poor little apothecary apprentice me, I sincerely doubted that I would come through it either free or alive. That night I slept even less well than I had done previously. And if I’d have known then what I know now about our forthcoming adventures, I would not have slept at all.
From “My encounters with the Barbarians blade”, by Lady Elina Greypepper
Of all my encounters with the Barbarian in that hellish forest while we travelled back towards the slavers, the seventh night of our enforced companionship is one of the most memorable. We always made camp just after dusk, Skarr setting a fire and cooking one of the small creatures she had killed during the day that I had been tasked to prepare. She forbade me from using what she called my “lotions and potions” on it, claiming the”bare taste of the meat was adequate”. And so this seventh night, we sat eating what I think was a cross between a small bird and a rat, a rough tasteless meat. Evidently Skarr thought so too because she spat out the first mouthful and ate nothing more that evening, muttering something about Norther animals being far more tasty and succulent. I did not respond, nor did she expect me to.
Then began the barbarian’s normal ritual of sharpening her blades. Not the Doomsayer, her greatsword. That mighty weapon had magical properties of some kind, and no matter how hard Skarr whacked it into some poor unfortunate creature’s skull, it never even tarnished. The edge was as sharp and fine as any blade I had ever seen. No, Skarr had several other small blades which, not being magical, required sharpening, and after supper, she pulled out a tiny wrapped oilstone from her pack and began to sharpen the weapons upon it, running her finger down each keen blade until blood was drawn.
As I watched her thumb bleed, I saw a vicious looking scar on the side of her stomach. This was unusual for her, as Skarr healed quickly, something I put down to her Norther blood. But this was still red and angry, as if someone or something had tried to rip her stomach open. Feeling strangely foolhardy, especially while the barbarian held her small blades, I crawled over to her from my place by the fire and reached out to the wound. She regarded me with her sharp eyes, and watched as my finger moved to the wound.
“I can make a poultice that will stop the pain”, I said.
“No!” she cried, flinching backwards, “the pain is important! It is part of me.”
“I don’t understand,” I asked, pulling back.
“Poshol ti nahoo, oslayob!” she muttered in her own tongue.
Unfortunately for Skarr, I had begun to understand a few words of Norther myself and I knew what most of Skarr’s foul mouthed little rants meant.
“Donkeys indeed!” I said, looking at her with an amused expression, “You need your mouth scrubbing out with nightwort”.
She said nothing, but returned my look of amusement. Then her look changed, the pained expression came across her face, an expression I have come to see once or twice since. I was wary, as, following the pained expression there usually came an outburst of violence. I watched as she moved position and came next to me by the fire. Speaking softly now, her voice wavering slightly, she spoke in her broken, heavy accented Imperial.
“They were my brothers. Tribe brothers, blood brothers, call them what you will. We have our own words; they do not…translate well. We have been through the blood rituals together, when every village pits it’s warriors against each other, the strongest of them rule, the weak are hacked to pieces. There is much drunkenness and death in these times. We had survived and united our tribes, bled together, laughed, cried, lain together”. She looked at me as she said this, the pained look in her eyes deepening. This was the longest speech I had ever heard Skarr speak.
“There were those who sought to break up the five of us, but they did not. We came to rule the seven tribes between us. We struck down the warlords and I was elected to rule in their stead. The terror of the north. When the attack on the Imperial city of filth was repelled, I fought to get in the same boat with my brothers, so we could laugh and chant at the Imperial weaklings who thought they had defeated us. We got into our boat and sang bawdy songs and drank till we puked, then drank some more”.
Skarr laughed as she remembered the good times, staring into the flames of the flickering camp fire. Then she continued.
“Gunnerson surprised me as we sailed to our homeland. He thrust a sack over my head and pulled the string tight. I was drunk and I puked inside the bag. Then he hit me in the face and the inside of the bag was full of my puke and now blood. Then someone else hit me in the back of the legs and I went down hard on the deck. Taggarhey and Gunnerson discussed whether or not they would hamstring me, they decided against it. My blood brothers. My beloved warlords. I was undone. Turned against. As they came to thrust me from the boat, Bunds slipped his knife deep into my side and twisted. I knew it was him, even though I could not see. He was beautiful with his blade. Efficient as only a Norther warrior can be. Blood to attract the slitherfish, he said. Bunds, the one I had lain with, the one who….never mind.”
“But yet you survived?” I said, looking directly into her eyes. Sure enough, the pain had gone now from her face, and I could feel the anger and fury radiate from her.
“I was dying in the water, surrounded by slitherfish preparing to strike their poison spines into me and drag me to the depths. I was ready to meet my ancestors and walk the halls of Varnarok where my father, mother and precious daughter waited. I was a warrior. Varnarok would embrace me into the afterlife. I had died in battle. That was when I found the Doomsayer in the water. I killed the slitherfish with it and washed ashore here. I crawled up onto the rocks and washed the blood and puke from my face. After I had dressed my gut wound, I sat upon the rocks and began to plan the way in which I would kill my treacherous kinsmen, my beloved blood brothers. I vowed vengeance upon them, terrible, personal vengeance. Vengeance written in blood. I will decapitate them, so that they will be forever denied the Halls of Varnarok.
I gasped at this. The Halls of Varnarok were, to the Northers, what the Nine Divines were to us Imperials. Decapitation was the worst possible death for any Norther. It meant that he would be forever denied the Halls of Varnarok. Never to walk with his ancestors. The reasons why they were denied this I did not know. Much of the old Norther faith is still a mystery to us, even now. Skarr looked at me and smiled. She did not have a pleasant smile; it was a smile of blood and death, of tears and vengeance. I did not know what to say to her, but she was relaxed enough to let me apply a poultice, before we settled down to sleep, or in my case, another sleepless night listening to the catcalls of the forest creatures and noises, or to Skarr’s incessant snoring as she slept soundly. I almost looked forward to meeting the slavers again. I just hoped Skarr would not slaughter them all before they conducted us to Samaria.
As I watched the fire burn, I saw the faint flicker of a smile cross Skarr’s lips. She looked at me,
“Fear not Dushka”, she laughed softly, “we will run into the slavers soon. Then we shall have fun and see if your plan works.”
Fun? I doubted it. Maybe for her it would be fun, but for poor little apothecary apprentice me, I sincerely doubted that I would come through it either free or alive. That night I slept even less well than I had done previously. And if I’d have known then what I know now about our forthcoming adventures, I would not have slept at all.
New Preston, Connecticut. Anne and I get to yoga class early so we can begin the process of calming down, breathing more steadily, and stretching to better take advantage of the poses and vinyasas our teacher takes us through. Simply lying on one's back and stretching one's hamstrings, feet, and toes can do wonders.
This is the back of my left leg. It hurts.
A couple days ago I started to experience slight discomfort in this area. Because my head refuses to physically spin, I wasn't able to determine if there was a visual indication of the problem. This afternoon I asked my friend Gina to take a photo of the area so I could check it out when I got home this evening.
So here I am. At home. Checking out a photo of the back of my leg.
When I got out of bed this morning, this leg was hurtin' pretty good. It was hurtin' far more than previous day. Tonight it hurts more than it did this morning.
Clearly some sort of metastasis is occurring in my leg.
This is where I need your help. What would you do in a situation such as this, besides shave and/or get more sun?
Would you...:
A) - ...quit whining and wait for it to get better on its own?
B) - ...schedule an appointment to see a doctor sometime next week, hoping option "a", above, happens before the scheduled appointment?
C) - ...go to the emergency room now, you idiot?
By the way, I don't recall experiencing any trauma to this leg. Two weeks ago today, however, I did sustain a slight hamstring pull of this leg while playing Ultimate Frisbee. I believed that injury had healed itself sometime late last week.
Click here for a larger view, but I'm not sure why you'd wanna do that.
Salmon River Pulaski NY Jan. 1 Steelhead Fishing Report:
Even though Im on vacation, I wanted to share with all of you what happened today in a 2 hour period while fishing the lower river. Looked over the short bridge for slush and was happy to see that it was clearing up. I met Ray at 10 A.M. in the D.S.R. parking lot and broke trail to the stairs. Noticed that a number of deer and turkey had already packed the snow down for us.
Went directly to some prime Chrome real estate and on my 3rd cast with an orange egg sack on 6lb. test tippet my line stopped in the middle of the drift and the rod began to shake. Hhhmmm- I wonder what this means. Turns out it was a very bright, fresh, Steelhead of about 8 lb's. Ray missed one and I hit nothing for the next half hour with eggs, noticed fish porpasing in the hole as will as fish rolling off our main line. We left for the --- hole.
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As we walked across the river we noticed the water was a bit deeper and running a tad faster than a normal 285 cfs. Due to the shelf ice on the edges of the river and anchor ice on the bottom the water flow was actually being concentrated or compressed.( Please keep this in mind when wading the lower river) Another safety tip to remember is that beneath the shelf ice that you are standing on, it could be knee deep or deeper, so it pays to know your water. Ray who is pictured above is on shelf ice that is over thigh deep water.
At the edge of the ice it's over your waist. How do I know? ( We will save that story for another time!)
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With-in a couple of the first few cast's I had another one on. This one again was so bright that I was glad I had my sunglasses on to keep the suns reflection off the silvery sides of the steelhead from blinding me. The biggest problem we had (if you can call it that) was how to land a fish when you were restricted from approaching the edge of the shelf ice. Nether of us carried a net so we finally broke away at the ice in the tail so that we might have a shot at landing one.
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After a I hooked a couple more, Ray asked what pound test I was using. Turns out that Ray was fishing a little heavier than me and when he dropped down on his 3rd cast his rod went a shaking!
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Ray lands an 8 lb. male with a nice hooked jaw. (Fish was released) Ray got his on a pink egg sack.
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From the -- Hole down it's locked up tight with shelf ice and unfishable.
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It always pays to experiment with all aspects of you rigging, egg sack colors, flies, etc. Orange and Pink were the productive colors of our egg sacks today. I could not get a touch on the normally productive blue goo.
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By noon, the sun was out and it had warmed to what seemed to be the warmest it's been in a month. (30 degrees ?) We were both actually over dressed for these temp's, if you can believe that. It was interesting that as the temp's rose, so did the amount of anchor ice floating on the surface of the water. It made the fishing impossible so we both left after 2 hours of fishing and the knowledge we had gained. In 2 hours and 2 holes fished, I had 6 fish on and could of landed 4 with a net.. I'm not bragging, but this is what you can expect when you time it just right and the fish gods smile upon you.
Stay tuned,
Randy
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1/24 Salmon River Pulaski NY Steelhead Drift Boat Guide Fishing Report:
Our main goal today was to learn all the prime holding waters of the D.S.R. (Lower River). After we hit our 3rd fish in a row out of a small depression in the bottom of the river, I told Andy that since he wanted to learn all the holes we should leave this spot. He changed his mind real quick and decided a few more fish would be an O.K. exchange for learning a few more holes. So we stayed and hooked up another real quick. (He-he) and then it was off for more fun and excitement.
Today we fished hard, only hitting the most productive lies in 285 cfs.
Very light fishing pressure. Did notice a big lack of fish in this area compared to the month of Dec. Most fish have pushed out, up river with a few freshies trickling in daily.
Andy and I had a blast having almost the entire river to ourselves. Not only did Andy learn a lot, but also got into some reeeeeeel burners, too!
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Andy works the lil -- hole down to -- and is 3 for 6 for the day. All dime bright freshies! ( All fish Released )
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1/25 Salmon River NY Steelhead Drift Boat Guide Fishing Report:
Same ol same hole - nothing has changed from the last few post's. The fish ( Steelhead 8-12 lb's) are in and waiting for you. Middle to lower river holding the most. D.S.R. has cooled off.
Come on up and join us, wont you?
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Guest Steelhead Fishing Testimonial:
Randy,
Thank you for a truly great outing. Basically, I knew nothing about the river - in previous trips would usually end up somewhere in Altmar, following other fishermen around like a sheep. Now, I feel confident that I can approach the river with a strategy and a technique that will at least afford me the opportunity to identify and access "fishy" water and present my fly to fish for as long and as naturally as possible. Additionally, we studied numerous slots and runs that I never would've even considered stumbling around on my own. As I learned, it really is as precise as fitting a key into a lock.
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I cannot stress enough how invaluable this experience was, from the standpoint of a guy that lives a couple hours away, and simply cannot devote the time necessary to develop on my own a comfort level with such a complex fishery.
I hope you will be able to find some room for me in March...I promise it will take me less than half a day to figure out that "straight out in front of you" means straight out in front of me.
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By the way, I think I pulled my hamstring sprinting after that last fish. Thanks again.
Andy (See 1/24 Report)
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Fly Fishing in Salt Waters magazine excerpts:
Size Counts!
When working the Northeast Surf - Flats, Two Hands Are Better Than One
( Check it out, Lefty K. and I were both interviewed for this lil nugget)
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Look for my "Go To" fly in the May issue of Fly Fishing in Salt Waters magazine.
This 25 lb. , 40 inch Bass ate it good!
Bob Funk of Mustad Hooks-Size 4 #34009 Mustad
Sand Lance Pattern
Biggest Striper on a fly for Bob
1ª DIA ME CAI EN EL RESTAURANTE DEBIDO A QUE EL SUELO ESTABA LLENO BEBIDA DE UNA MQUINA EXPENDIDORA AVERIDA..
AL CAER MI OPERACION DE COLUMNA SE EMPEORO, UNA ROTURA FIBRILAR EN UNA PIERNA Y REPOSO ABSOLUTO.-
VISITAS A LOS MEDICOS Y PINCHAR CALMANTES. YA ME CONOCIAN EN HOSPITAL........
LA PLAYA DESDE EL BALCON, LA PISCINA DESDE LA SILLA .
EL TODO INCLUIDO SI SENTADA................
Y EL HOTEL DE MOMENTO...........ME REGALO EL SPA TODOS LOS DIAS.
Y MUCHO REPOSO Y NADA DE ANDAR.
ESO SON VACACIONES..........................
.1 st day I fell IN THE RESTAURANT BECAUSE THE LAND WAS FILLED WITH DRINK .. AVERO a machine vending
FALL TO MY COLUMN OPERATION worsens, a hamstring in the leg and absolute rest .-
VISITS TO DOCTORS AND CLICK painkillers. HOSPITAL knew me ........
BALCONY FROM THE BEACH, THE POOL FROM THE CHAIR.
THE SAT IS ALL INCLUSIVE ................
AND ........... ME TIME HOTEL SPA GIFT THE EVERYDAY.
AND MUCH REST AND NO WALK.
HOLIDAYS ARE THAT ...........................
England gained their first home victory over West Indies since 1969, when Illingworth's team also won at Headingley. In addition to Gooch, the outstanding batsman, and Defreitas, the most successful bowler, they possessed a greater discipline in testing conditions, and this eventually enabled them to outplay their opponents, in their 100th encounter.
Gooch gloriously confirmed his standing on the international stage. His decisive, unbeaten 154 in the second innings was the product of seven and a half hours of careful application. Unyielding concentration carried him through three interruptions for rain on the fourth day, and mental toughness enabled him to survive a series of disasters at the other end. In 331 deliveries, England's captain collected eighteen fours and scored two thirds of his side's runs from the bat as they built on a lead of 25; and he became the first England opener to carry his bat through a completed innings since G. Boycott finished with 99 not out, in a total of 215, against Australia at Perth in 1979-80. Three other England batsmen had achieved the feat, among them Sir Leonard Hutton, the only one previously to do so in England; coincidentally, West Indies were on the receiving end of his unbeaten double-hundred at The Oval in 1950. Gooch's innings also gave him a full set of Test hundreds on each of England's six international grounds.
Although no praise could be too lavish for Gooch, Defreitas, too, took a prominent role. His match figures of eight for 93 rewarded admirable control and impressive accuracy. Inevitably, as 40 wickets fell for only 785 runs, the pitch attracted a good deal of comment, not all favourable, and batting was never comfortable. The ball moved off the seam and the bounce became a shade variable towards the end; but the damp weather played a part, and far too many batsmen got out to strokes which reflected anxiety about what the ball might do, rather than what it actually did. There was also, at times, some high-class bowling, notably from Ambrose, and three players were run out during the first two innings. As Gooch eventually demonstrated, it was possible to score runs with a sound technique. But it was not a pitch for the flamboyant strokeplayer, and West Indies lost largely because they failed to appreciate this point. Significantly, it was the tenth successive Test on the ground to produce a positive result.
England included three newcomers to Test cricket in Hick, Ramprakash and Watkin. The last-mentioned was initially cover for Pringle, who was concerned about a back strain, but when this cleared up Watkin played instead of Lewis, who had reported feeling ill shortly before the start. England also left out Illingworth, the left-arm spinner. Haynes overcame his earlier back trouble to open for West Indies, and his presence was all the more valuable in view of the long-term injury to his regular partner, Greenidge.
Influenced by the thick cloud cover and a misty atmosphere, Richards elected to put England in, and he had no cause for regret when his bowlers dismissed them for 198, England failing to reach 200 for the seventh time in nine innings at Headingley. The pattern of the first day was set by Atherton, recently appointed deputy to Gooch, when he was bowled playing back to Patterson. Hick was given a thorough testing in his first innings for his adopted country, and eventually got out aiming at a wide delivery, while Lamb also lacked conviction. Gooch, though not at his best, attacked Marshall, but was undone by a quicker delivery from him. Marshall looked the pick of the West Indian pace quartet before limping off with a hamstring strain and three of England's top five batsmen to his credit. The good impression made by Ramprakash, and Smith's readiness to wrest the initiative, gave England visions of a recovery, until Ambrose ran out Smith by a fraction with a superb throw from third man. His 54 was made from 88 balls, and he hit seven fours as well as gaining a five from overthrows.
The batsmen had to contend with poor light at times, with near darkness removing 26 overs from the schedule, and conditions remained much the same on the second day, when the tables were neatly turned. Pringle and Defreitas bowled tightly to compensate for the wayward Malcolm, and Ramprakash excelled in the field. He dived acrobatically to his right in the covers to catch Simmons, and then swooped to throw down the stumps at the bowler's end as Hooper attempted an apparently reasonable single. Hick held two catches at second slip, and the third débutant, Watkin, could also celebrate, as he claimed Haynes's wicket with his fourteenth ball in Test cricket. The West Indian batsmen were not blameless, however; Richards's poor judgment in turning down a straightforward third run left Richardson stranded. Nor could he hold together the bottom half of the innings, being caught steering the fifth ball of the third day to slip. His 98-ball 73, containing two sixes and seven fours in just over two hours, was his highest Test score on the ground, but he must have been disappointed, none the less, by the manner of his dismissal.
Despite their unexpected first-innings lead, England plunged into crisis as Ambrose struck some crippling blows. Twice he was on a hat-trick, with Lamb and Smith departing first ball, and he picked up the first six wickets while the scoreboard lurched to 124. Mixing short-pitched bowling with accurate yorkers, Ambrose made full use of his 6ft 7 in, and kept the ball around the line of the off stump. Though Hick may have been slightly unfortunate in being bowled off bat and pad, he never really established himself, but Ramprakash, sharing a fourth-wicket stand of 78 with his captain, again showed promise. When rain brought an early finish, England had a lead of only 168 with four wickets in hand. The support Gooch needed was to come from Pringle, who stood firm while 98 runs were added for the seventh wicket. The Essex all-rounder used his height and reach to get well forward, thus frustrating Ambrose, and occasionally he added a well-timed stroke off his legs for good measure. Richards may have erred in not using Marshall at the start of the day.
When Gooch finally ran out of partners, England had 277 runs at their backs, and West Indian anxiety was reflected in an extravagant cut by Simmons, who dragged the first ball from Defreitas into his stumps. England could even afford a rare error by Ramprakash on the last day - he missed a very hard chance offered by Haynes- as West Indies crumbled under pressure. Richards sacrificed his wicket with a wild stroke against Watkin, and while Richardson played an innings of quality, hitting eleven fours in his 68 from 141 balls, the West Indian batsmen generally could not control their aggressive streak. Though Watkin bowled too many half-volleys, no-one had the self-discipline to wait for the less risky scoring opportunity. West Indies swished away their faint hopes as Defreitas and Pringle nagged away at them, supported by good catching, and despite a flourish from Dujon, the long-awaited triumph came without undue alarm.
From “My encounters with the Barbarians blade”, by Lady Elina Greypepper
Of all my encounters with the Barbarian in that hellish forest while we travelled back towards the slavers, the seventh night of our enforced companionship is one of the most memorable. We always made camp just after dusk, Skarr setting a fire and cooking one of the small creatures she had killed during the day that I had been tasked to prepare. She forbade me from using what she called my “lotions and potions” on it, claiming the”bare taste of the meat was adequate”. And so this seventh night, we sat eating what I think was a cross between a small bird and a rat, a rough tasteless meat. Evidently Skarr thought so too because she spat out the first mouthful and ate nothing more that evening, muttering something about Norther animals being far more tasty and succulent. I did not respond, nor did she expect me to.
Then began the barbarian’s normal ritual of sharpening her blades. Not the Doomsayer, her greatsword. That mighty weapon had magical properties of some kind, and no matter how hard Skarr whacked it into some poor unfortunate creature’s skull, it never even tarnished. The edge was as sharp and fine as any blade I had ever seen. No, Skarr had several other small blades which, not being magical, required sharpening, and after supper, she pulled out a tiny wrapped oilstone from her pack and began to sharpen the weapons upon it, running her finger down each keen blade until blood was drawn.
As I watched her thumb bleed, I saw a vicious looking scar on the side of her stomach. This was unusual for her, as Skarr healed quickly, something I put down to her Norther blood. But this was still red and angry, as if someone or something had tried to rip her stomach open. Feeling strangely foolhardy, especially while the barbarian held her small blades, I crawled over to her from my place by the fire and reached out to the wound. She regarded me with her sharp eyes, and watched as my finger moved to the wound.
“I can make a poultice that will stop the pain”, I said.
“No!” she cried, flinching backwards, “the pain is important! It is part of me.”
“I don’t understand,” I asked, pulling back.
“Poshol ti nahoo, oslayob!” she muttered in her own tongue.
Unfortunately for Skarr, I had begun to understand a few words of Norther myself and I knew what most of Skarr’s foul mouthed little rants meant.
“Donkeys indeed!” I said, looking at her with an amused expression, “You need your mouth scrubbing out with nightwort”.
She said nothing, but returned my look of amusement. Then her look changed, the pained expression came across her face, an expression I have come to see once or twice since. I was wary, as, following the pained expression there usually came an outburst of violence. I watched as she moved position and came next to me by the fire. Speaking softly now, her voice wavering slightly, she spoke in her broken, heavy accented Imperial.
“They were my brothers. Tribe brothers, blood brothers, call them what you will. We have our own words; they do not…translate well. We have been through the blood rituals together, when every village pits it’s warriors against each other, the strongest of them rule, the weak are hacked to pieces. There is much drunkenness and death in these times. We had survived and united our tribes, bled together, laughed, cried, lain together”. She looked at me as she said this, the pained look in her eyes deepening. This was the longest speech I had ever heard Skarr speak.
“There were those who sought to break up the five of us, but they did not. We came to rule the seven tribes between us. We struck down the warlords and I was elected to rule in their stead. The terror of the north. When the attack on the Imperial city of filth was repelled, I fought to get in the same boat with my brothers, so we could laugh and chant at the Imperial weaklings who thought they had defeated us. We got into our boat and sang bawdy songs and drank till we puked, then drank some more”.
Skarr laughed as she remembered the good times, staring into the flames of the flickering camp fire. Then she continued.
“Gunnerson surprised me as we sailed to our homeland. He thrust a sack over my head and pulled the string tight. I was drunk and I puked inside the bag. Then he hit me in the face and the inside of the bag was full of my puke and now blood. Then someone else hit me in the back of the legs and I went down hard on the deck. Taggarhey and Gunnerson discussed whether or not they would hamstring me, they decided against it. My blood brothers. My beloved warlords. I was undone. Turned against. As they came to thrust me from the boat, Bunds slipped his knife deep into my side and twisted. I knew it was him, even though I could not see. He was beautiful with his blade. Efficient as only a Norther warrior can be. Blood to attract the slitherfish, he said. Bunds, the one I had lain with, the one who….never mind.”
“But yet you survived?” I said, looking directly into her eyes. Sure enough, the pain had gone now from her face, and I could feel the anger and fury radiate from her.
“I was dying in the water, surrounded by slitherfish preparing to strike their poison spines into me and drag me to the depths. I was ready to meet my ancestors and walk the halls of Varnarok where my father, mother and precious daughter waited. I was a warrior. Varnarok would embrace me into the afterlife. I had died in battle. That was when I found the Doomsayer in the water. I killed the slitherfish with it and washed ashore here. I crawled up onto the rocks and washed the blood and puke from my face. After I had dressed my gut wound, I sat upon the rocks and began to plan the way in which I would kill my treacherous kinsmen, my beloved blood brothers. I vowed vengeance upon them, terrible, personal vengeance. Vengeance written in blood. I will decapitate them, so that they will be forever denied the Halls of Varnarok.
I gasped at this. The Halls of Varnarok were, to the Northers, what the Nine Divines were to us Imperials. Decapitation was the worst possible death for any Norther. It meant that he would be forever denied the Halls of Varnarok. Never to walk with his ancestors. The reasons why they were denied this I did not know. Much of the old Norther faith is still a mystery to us, even now. Skarr looked at me and smiled. She did not have a pleasant smile; it was a smile of blood and death, of tears and vengeance. I did not know what to say to her, but she was relaxed enough to let me apply a poultice, before we settled down to sleep, or in my case, another sleepless night listening to the catcalls of the forest creatures and noises, or to Skarr’s incessant snoring as she slept soundly. I almost looked forward to meeting the slavers again. I just hoped Skarr would not slaughter them all before they conducted us to Samaria.
As I watched the fire burn, I saw the faint flicker of a smile cross Skarr’s lips. She looked at me,
“Fear not Dushka”, she laughed softly, “we will run into the slavers soon. Then we shall have fun and see if your plan works.”
Fun? I doubted it. Maybe for her it would be fun, but for poor little apothecary apprentice me, I sincerely doubted that I would come through it either free or alive. That night I slept even less well than I had done previously. And if I’d have known then what I know now about our forthcoming adventures, I would not have slept at all.
Haden Hill Leisure Centre has launched its latest Les Mills class - BODYBALANCE...
The new class takes place every Sunday from 11am to 12pm.
BODYBALANCE is a Yoga, T'ai Chi and Pilates-inspired workout leaving you long, strong, calm and centred. Feel balanced - a perfect way to spend your Sunday!
Controlled breathing, concentration and a carefully structured series of stretches, moves and posese create an holistic workout that brings the body into a state of harmony and balance.
Like all the Les Mills programmes, a new BODYBALANCE class is produced every three months with new music and choreography.
BODYBALANCE Benefits
Improve joint flexibility and range of motion
Increase your core strength
Reduce your stress levels
Provide a lasting sense of well-being and calmFocus the mind and raise consciousness levels through
controlled breathing
A Typical Class
Each class follows a set sequence of exercise disciplines and is made up of 45 minutes of simple,
yet challenging, exercises followed by 10 minutes of relaxation and meditation. Your instructor takes you through the moves and shows you options to suit your fitness level. If you haven’t done any yoga or group fitness before, please take it easy. Use your first few classes to learn the poses and moves and how to get the most out of your workout. Don’t hesitate to have a word with your instructor if you have any questions.
T'ai Chi warm up
Easy, flowing moves from the ancient Chinese exercise discipline let you leave your day behind, centre yourself and warm the body.
Sun salutations
A traditional yoga sequence warms your body more deeply, stretching and strengthening key muscle groups.
Yoga standing strength
Poses such as Warrior Pose and Triangle Pose strengthen and tone the body.
Balance
Concentration and focus allow your mind and body to meet the challenge of balancing poses.
Hip openers
Focuses on stretching for greater flexibility and freedom of movement in the hips and lower back.
Abdominals and back
Uses exercises from yoga and Pilates to strengthen core abdominal and back muscles.
Twists and forward bends
Poses and stretches create suppleness and flexibility in the hamstrings and back.
Relaxation and meditation
The final 10 minutes deliver the mental and physiological benefits of meditation and enhance the effects of the exercise you have just completed.
For more information please contact Haden Hill Leisure Centre on 0845 659 4815 option 0.
Student Maddie Blazer performs a handstand on the wall in the yoga studio on Tuesday. This exercise strengthens hip flexors, hamstrings, inner thigh muscles and spinal muscles.
Planning to lose weight fast and naturally? Avert towards the science of yoga and indulge in a dedicated practice of these six amazing yoga poses discussed and elaborated in the accompanying Info-graphic:
Paripurna Navasana (Boat Pose)
Ideal for: Toning and strengthening of the Abdomen, Vertebral Column, and Hips.
How to Perform: Lie on the back and gently lift the torso and the legs towards the ceiling until the entire body rests on the hips. Keep your arms and legs straight and parallel to each other during the performance.
Hold Time: 30 Seconds
Repetitions: 15-20
Chaturanga Dandasana (Four-Limbed Staff Pose)
Ideal for: Heating and conditioning the core and the upper body.
How to Perform: Lie flat on your stomach. With the toes firmly planted on the floor, lift the upper body and rest it on the arms folded at the elbows. Make sure to keep the hips, back, neck, in a straight inclined line to the ankle.
Hold Time: 30-90 Seconds
Repetitions: 5
Virabhadrasana II (Warrior II Pose)
Ideal for: Burning fat around the thighs, shoulders, and quadriceps
How to Perform: This lunge-style yoga asana requires you to spread your legs wide apart. Rotate the right foot outwards. Lift your arms parallel to the floor in a straight line. Look towards the right and gently bend your body at the right knee until the shin is parallel to the floor. Repeat with the other leg.
Hold Time: 30 Seconds
Repetitions: 12-15
Adho Mukha Svanasana (Downward Dog)
Ideal for: Toning and strengthening the entire body especially back, thighs, and hamstrings.
How to Perform: From a table-top position, gently raise the hips towards the ceiling in an Inverted-V shape. Hold the body weight in the torso as much as possible without placing too much stress on the palms.
Hold Time: 30 Seconds
Repetitions: 10-12
Setu Bandha Sarvangasana (Bridge Pose)
Ideal for: Weight loss by stimulating the thyroid and heating up the gluteus muscles
How to Perform: Lie flat on the back. Fold your legs at the knee at a perpendicular position. Place both the arms under the back and gently lift the body upwards at the hips while the chin feebly touches the neck.
Hold Time: 30 Seconds
Repetitions: 12-15
Sarvangasana (Shoulder Stand Pose)
Ideal for: Boosting the metabolism by stimulating the thyroid gland and for strengthening and toning the upper body, legs, and abdomen.
How to Perform: Lie on your back. Place both the arms under your back for supporting the lower body while lifting it towards the ceiling. Continue to lift the body until the lower body is in a straight line with the torso.
Hold Time: 30-60 Seconds
Repetitions: 5
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Repair for a vaginal rectocele is pursued in order to correct the herniation or bulging of the bottom wall of the vagina. Symptoms of rectocele can become quite uncomfortable and painful over time. If left untreated, rectocele can lead to symptoms such as: the feeling of increased pressure or protrusion in the vagina or rectum, inability to defecate or feeling of incomplete emptying of the bowels, pelvic pain, and/or painful sex. Both non-surgical and surgical procedures for rectocele repair are only considered if symptoms become severe and inhibit daily life. Surgery for rectocele is typically performed transvagianally, yet, in some severe cases, may be completed both vaginally and abdominally.
Why Do I Need Treatment for Rectocele?
Treatment for rectocele can greatly aid in managing and reducing symptoms of rectocele or other forms of pelvic organ prolapse. In some cases, rectocele and POP may be undetectable until the condition has progressed in severity. A small rectocele is often unrecognized until a doctor notices it during a physical examination. In many cases, rectocele occurs alongside other pelvic organ related conditions.
Treatment is designed to help reduce symptoms and heal any herniations, tears, or prolapses. Treatments include both surgical and non-surgical options. Although surgery for rectocele is often rare, in severe cases surgery may be your best option. Severe rectocele symptoms include:
Bowels feeling full post defecation
A noticeable bulge or protrusion in the vagina
Inability to perform a bowel movement
Rectal incontinence
Is Rectocele Repair Major Surgery?
Rectocele repair surgery is a major, out-patient surgery. A doctor will typically only recommend surgery for rectocele if at home exercise programs and / or physical therapy has not resolved the problem. The surgical procedure for rectocele removal is called posterior colporrhaphy which removes the herniated bowel from the wall of the vagina. Rectocele surgery is designed to:
Ease pain and discomfort
Minimally invasive transvaginal procedure
Outpatient (usually released without needing overnight stay)
Quick recovery time (2-3 weeks or less on average)
What is a Rectocele Repair Procedure?
The procedure for rectocele repair surgery is typically a straightforward process. The surgery is often performed through the vagina (transvagianlly.. The procedure is typically performed by a surgeon making a small incision along the posterior vaginal wall. Excess tissue along the herniation is removed and stitches are sewn around the tear sight. If the doctor notices any other forms of pelvic organ prolapse, he may resolve those issues as well during the procedure. Once complete, the vaginal incisions are stitched up and packed with gauze. Please speak with your doctor for more information on this process.
Post-Op Rectocele Repair
Post operation there are a few things that may occur. The most common symptoms post rectocele surgery is slight pelvic and rectal discomfort and pressure, as well as slight vaginal bleeding, and minimal pain during bowel movements. These symptoms typically resolve in a couple weeks once the tissues have healed. Please speak with your doctor for more information on post-op expectations.
Rectocele surgery is usually successful and helps resolve the symptoms in nearly all patients.
Rectocele Surgery Recovery Time
Recovery for rectocele is usually quick and has minimal risks during recovery. The incisions made at the repair sight will typically heal in approximately 2 to 3 weeks. Please speak with your doctor for more information on recovery expectations.
Post-operation, you should be able to move about, carefully, within a few hours after your surgery. You may be prescribed some pain medication to help relieve any discomfort during your recovery. You should abstain from any physical exercise and sex until after 6 to 8 weeks post-op. Please speak with your doctor for more information on post-op instructions. There will typically be a follow-up appointment required within the final 4 – 6 weeks after your surgery.
What are the Risks of Rectocele Surgery?
Although uncommon, there are a few risks with rectocele surgery. These can include:
Failure to repair a rectocele or recurrence
Potential blood clots due to surgery
Infection
Post-op bleeding
Injury to other vital organs or rectum
Anesthesia issues (allergic reaction)
Sex related issues due to improper healing on the vaginal tissues
Can you Fix a Rectocele Without Surgery?
Often, yes. As with many forms of pelvic floor prolapse, rectocele is treatable without the need of surgery. Various forms of exercise, pelvic floor therapy, dietary restrictions or additions, staying hydrated, and practicing proper core and pelvic floor engagement techniques are highly beneficial for treating rectocele. Surgical procedures should always be a last resort when dealing with core or pelvic floor related issues. Some of the best advice I give to my clients regarding their health includes practicing proper breathing mechanics and good posture as well as learning how to have a reflexive core and pelvic floor to support their daily activities.
Good Practices for Pelvic Organ Prolapse (POP)
A few of the techniques and practices I cover in my program Restore Your Core include:
Proper Breathing Mechanics:
I teach my clients in RYC how to breathe 3-dimensionally. This means that as you inhale, you use your ribcage to accommodate air as it enters your body. Think of it like this: breathing in air creates a shape change in your body. You can change shape by pushing your belly out and increasing pressure, or you can change shape by allowing your ribcage to expand to make space for your lungs. Doing the latter allows your body to properly engage and respond to the demands of daily life.
Your pelvic floor function is closely related to your core function. So, when I am working with my clients to resolve any pelvic floor issues (i.e. rectocele), I am essentially addressing their core issues as well. Belly breathing does not only affect your pelvic floor, but also significantly impacts core function.
Posture: Pelvic Alignment and Reducing Abdominal Pressure:
Our posture and how effectively we use our bodies in our daily activities significantly impacts our overall core and pelvic floor health. Not only that, but our posture can also greatly affect our joints, muscles, and bone health. When it comes to working with my clients on their rectocele, I always ensure part of their treatment involves restoring and healing their pelvic floor function. An unintentional mistake many women make when standing upright is shifting their weight forward in their hips. Think of the hips leaning forward. This shift can actually increase tension in the muscles of the pelvic floor leading to varying types of POP. In the process of resolving pelvic alignment, I might work on hamstrings, upper back mobility, glute function, pelvic mobility and more. Resolving pelvic floor issues requires us to view the pelvic floor as a part of an entire system and therefore requires a whole-body approach. The process of learning how to align your body to better support you while you stand takes time, but is well worth the process. And your pelvic floor will thank you for it! Better alignment = less pelvic floor tension and pressure.
Now that you know that rectocele can be treated without the need of surgery, it may be time to learn more about how to use exercise to heal your pelvic floor. My 13 Week Program: Restore Your Core offers a step by step approach to developing a strong, healthy, responsive core & pelvic floor system, for the health of your whole body.
From “My encounters with the Barbarians blade”, by Lady Elina Greypepper
Of all my encounters with the Barbarian in that hellish forest while we travelled back towards the slavers, the seventh night of our enforced companionship is one of the most memorable. We always made camp just after dusk, Skarr setting a fire and cooking one of the small creatures she had killed during the day that I had been tasked to prepare. She forbade me from using what she called my “lotions and potions” on it, claiming the”bare taste of the meat was adequate”. And so this seventh night, we sat eating what I think was a cross between a small bird and a rat, a rough tasteless meat. Evidently Skarr thought so too because she spat out the first mouthful and ate nothing more that evening, muttering something about Norther animals being far more tasty and succulent. I did not respond, nor did she expect me to.
Then began the barbarian’s normal ritual of sharpening her blades. Not the Doomsayer, her greatsword. That mighty weapon had magical properties of some kind, and no matter how hard Skarr whacked it into some poor unfortunate creature’s skull, it never even tarnished. The edge was as sharp and fine as any blade I had ever seen. No, Skarr had several other small blades which, not being magical, required sharpening, and after supper, she pulled out a tiny wrapped oilstone from her pack and began to sharpen the weapons upon it, running her finger down each keen blade until blood was drawn.
As I watched her thumb bleed, I saw a vicious looking scar on the side of her stomach. This was unusual for her, as Skarr healed quickly, something I put down to her Norther blood. But this was still red and angry, as if someone or something had tried to rip her stomach open. Feeling strangely foolhardy, especially while the barbarian held her small blades, I crawled over to her from my place by the fire and reached out to the wound. She regarded me with her sharp eyes, and watched as my finger moved to the wound.
“I can make a poultice that will stop the pain”, I said.
“No!” she cried, flinching backwards, “the pain is important! It is part of me.”
“I don’t understand,” I asked, pulling back.
“Poshol ti nahoo, oslayob!” she muttered in her own tongue.
Unfortunately for Skarr, I had begun to understand a few words of Norther myself and I knew what most of Skarr’s foul mouthed little rants meant.
“Donkeys indeed!” I said, looking at her with an amused expression, “You need your mouth scrubbing out with nightwort”.
She said nothing, but returned my look of amusement. Then her look changed, the pained expression came across her face, an expression I have come to see once or twice since. I was wary, as, following the pained expression there usually came an outburst of violence. I watched as she moved position and came next to me by the fire. Speaking softly now, her voice wavering slightly, she spoke in her broken, heavy accented Imperial.
“They were my brothers. Tribe brothers, blood brothers, call them what you will. We have our own words; they do not…translate well. We have been through the blood rituals together, when every village pits it’s warriors against each other, the strongest of them rule, the weak are hacked to pieces. There is much drunkenness and death in these times. We had survived and united our tribes, bled together, laughed, cried, lain together”. She looked at me as she said this, the pained look in her eyes deepening. This was the longest speech I had ever heard Skarr speak.
“There were those who sought to break up the five of us, but they did not. We came to rule the seven tribes between us. We struck down the warlords and I was elected to rule in their stead. The terror of the north. When the attack on the Imperial city of filth was repelled, I fought to get in the same boat with my brothers, so we could laugh and chant at the Imperial weaklings who thought they had defeated us. We got into our boat and sang bawdy songs and drank till we puked, then drank some more”.
Skarr laughed as she remembered the good times, staring into the flames of the flickering camp fire. Then she continued.
“Gunnerson surprised me as we sailed to our homeland. He thrust a sack over my head and pulled the string tight. I was drunk and I puked inside the bag. Then he hit me in the face and the inside of the bag was full of my puke and now blood. Then someone else hit me in the back of the legs and I went down hard on the deck. Taggarhey and Gunnerson discussed whether or not they would hamstring me, they decided against it. My blood brothers. My beloved warlords. I was undone. Turned against. As they came to thrust me from the boat, Bunds slipped his knife deep into my side and twisted. I knew it was him, even though I could not see. He was beautiful with his blade. Efficient as only a Norther warrior can be. Blood to attract the slitherfish, he said. Bunds, the one I had lain with, the one who….never mind.”
“But yet you survived?” I said, looking directly into her eyes. Sure enough, the pain had gone now from her face, and I could feel the anger and fury radiate from her.
“I was dying in the water, surrounded by slitherfish preparing to strike their poison spines into me and drag me to the depths. I was ready to meet my ancestors and walk the halls of Varnarok where my father, mother and precious daughter waited. I was a warrior. Varnarok would embrace me into the afterlife. I had died in battle. That was when I found the Doomsayer in the water. I killed the slitherfish with it and washed ashore here. I crawled up onto the rocks and washed the blood and puke from my face. After I had dressed my gut wound, I sat upon the rocks and began to plan the way in which I would kill my treacherous kinsmen, my beloved blood brothers. I vowed vengeance upon them, terrible, personal vengeance. Vengeance written in blood. I will decapitate them, so that they will be forever denied the Halls of Varnarok.
I gasped at this. The Halls of Varnarok were, to the Northers, what the Nine Divines were to us Imperials. Decapitation was the worst possible death for any Norther. It meant that he would be forever denied the Halls of Varnarok. Never to walk with his ancestors. The reasons why they were denied this I did not know. Much of the old Norther faith is still a mystery to us, even now. Skarr looked at me and smiled. She did not have a pleasant smile; it was a smile of blood and death, of tears and vengeance. I did not know what to say to her, but she was relaxed enough to let me apply a poultice, before we settled down to sleep, or in my case, another sleepless night listening to the catcalls of the forest creatures and noises, or to Skarr’s incessant snoring as she slept soundly. I almost looked forward to meeting the slavers again. I just hoped Skarr would not slaughter them all before they conducted us to Samaria.
As I watched the fire burn, I saw the faint flicker of a smile cross Skarr’s lips. She looked at me,
“Fear not Dushka”, she laughed softly, “we will run into the slavers soon. Then we shall have fun and see if your plan works.”
Fun? I doubted it. Maybe for her it would be fun, but for poor little apothecary apprentice me, I sincerely doubted that I would come through it either free or alive. That night I slept even less well than I had done previously. And if I’d have known then what I know now about our forthcoming adventures, I would not have slept at all.
With fall sports up and running, injuries are bound to happen. Whether your child runs cross country or is in football or volleyball, at some point during their athletic career, some type of pain will surface. Today, ACG Medical has listed the five most common sports injuries and what you can do to prevent and heal them!
Patellofemoral Syndrome
Since the majority of sports injuries involve the lower body, patellofemoral syndrome is a common knee injury that occurs. When swelling occurs from a fall, the two muscles holding the kneecap in place can be disrupted and cause an imbalance. Ice, rest, bracing and physical therapy can help solve this injury. ACG Medical Supply offers many different types of knee braces, so you’re able to find the best fit for you!
Shoulder Injury
Your shoulder is the weakest joint of the body and gets a great deal of force from playing sports. So it makes plenty of sense when we see dislocations, misalignment, muscle strains and ligament sprains. Shoulder braces and Biofreeze will help you heal. Biofreeze is an amazing solution for so many injuries to help lessen the pain thanks to being the #1 clinically recommended topical analgesic!
Hamstring Strain
When the hamstring is tight it is more susceptible to a tear or strain. Rest, ice, gentle stretching and physical therapy will help heal this muscle. It does take time to heal and some injuries may be severe enough to where no pressure can be put on the leg. Crutches will help relieve the pressure but give the mobility needed to the athlete.
Concussion
It’s very common to get hit in the head playing sports, which then can lead to a concussion. Concussion symptoms can include sensitivity to light, headache, nausea, confusion, dizziness and slurred speech. Be sure to have your child checked out by an athletic trainer and doctor, as a concussion is a serious injury. Rest, reduced activities and the avoidance of visual and sensory stimuli are required to heal.
Tennis Elbow
Due to the repetitive action of a sport, the tendons of the forearm can become inflamed and make any wrist or hand motions extremely painful. Early treatment requires ice to lessen the inflammation. Ice packs of any size will work to help along with anti-inflammatory medication and an elbow brace. After some physical therapy, the athlete should be able to return!
With fall sports underway, there are bound to be injuries to follow. If you or a loved one has faced an injury and is in need of a recovery device, contact ACG Medical Supply today!
A photo of Mesay Endale from Ethiopia. Learn more at cure.org/curekids/ethiopia/2013/08/mesay_endale/