A couple weeks ago the Elder Spawn and I loaded up the Family Truckster and headed up to Generic Church Summer Camp for a week of idleness and sloth.
Camp nursing is anything but idle. And I was at a small camp. But, from what I saw from the previous week’s log, I had it pretty easy.
My group was 12-14 year olds. We had a resident staff, counselors, four directors (three more than is typical, but that’s just how it turned out, and it worked out quite well) and me. My responsibilities were as follows: dispense medications as prescribed, administer prn’s for minor maladies, and tend to first aid needs. I saw my fair share of blisters, bug bites, owies, headaches/mild dehydration, a stomach bug that thankfully did not spread, a mild itchy rash of unknown provenence, menstrual cramps, an asthma attack, and a camper who was concerned because she had a few flakes in her hair. And let us not forget the kid who drank a dozen cups of ice-cold lemonade and ate ice cream and then suffered from a general twitchiness that appeared to be generated by a) cold, b) sugar, and c) hyperspasmodic 12-year-oldness. This wore off in a half hour and he was able to return to tweenage freakiness without further incident.
In exchange for this I received the following: room and board, free wi-fi that I rarely had time to use, a small stipend, and access to all activities for Elder Spawn and myself. We got to make duct-tape wallets, tie-dye t-shirts, fold paper bracelets, splash around in the creek, sing, dance, play games, and enjoy the woods.