The dinner bell rang, and as I locked up the office, I sighed with relief. No Norwalk virus at camp! It reminded me to schedule another clean hands inspection. Tomorrow at breakfast, I thought to myself as I slogged down the stairs. I headed into the dining hall where Father Brian and Barb sat at the table…
Month: July 2016
The worst kinda sick
As soon as the tripping ladies left I sat down to document my findings in my office notes. Then I pulled the tripping first aid packs down off the filing cabinet where it had laid since the tripping boys had returned. They were still filthy and beat up looking. I needed to get to work….
MORE Physicals…
I went to the health office to get prepped for the incoming trippers. I set out a couple of pencils, the jar of tongue depressors (for the squirmy tongues that can’t lay flat), otoscope covers, a flashlight and my stethoscope. I checked the light on the otoscope and the flashlight. All systems go. I heard…
Bio-hazard
Marcy came running down the road and passed Bobbo and Muddy as they left the beach. “Hi Anne! I have six new trippers that need physicals today before they leave on trip tomorrow. When would be a good time for you to see these kids?” Marcy asked me. “Do you have time in the schedule…
From drill Sargent to drag
“Line up recruits! Two straight lines,” Muddy yelled. The fourteen boys dropped their towels on the picnic table and walked over towards Bobbo and Muddy in the center of the beach. Patrick, to our surprise, ambled over to Muddy and tugged on his shirt. “Can I please join?” He looked up at Muddy with wide innocent…
Memoirs of a Camp Nurse 