Monkey butts and cowboys


We sat back down at the Director’s table while Barb was completing the finishing touches on wiping down the surface. I left the kids safely in the hands of Anita and Sammy and went up to the health office. I had my regulars and two extras. One case of a sliver in the foot. It took about 5 minutes to fish that baby out. My final camper was 14 year old Tyler.

“What’s up?”

“Monkey butt,” he responded. I smiled and waited. Tyler looked back at me expectantly.

“Ummm….what’s up monkey butt?” I summarized and shrugged. This was some sort of a rhyming game? Like ‘see you later alligator’?

“Exactly,” he nodded.

“I’m lost bro.” I giggled and shook my head.

“Oh. Ya. I have a case of monkey butt.”

I looked at him sideways. “I’m not familiar with that one…” I said thoughtfully.

“Ever seen a baboon? I got some baaaaad chafing going on.” He hesitated and then ever so slightly tilted his head backward. “Back there.”

“Ohhhhh!” I said as it clicked, maintained poker-face, and I slowly nodded my head. Tyler nodded with me.

“Yaaaaa. So have you got any supplies?” He glanced around the office.

“I have some Vaseline, some zinc cream and some powder!” I listed them off. All good remedies for diaper rash and chafing. I opened the cupboards and reached in.

“I’ll take ’em all.”

“Absolutely.” I found him a tube of Vaseline and there was a small sample sized bottle of baby powder and handed these to him. I squeezed a sample of the zinc into a medication cup. “Use the Vaseline for relief from the burning, the zinc is good at night, and the powder may help keep things dry. Clean and dry are key. I would avoid soap on it though until it gets less angry.”

“Oh ya. We have showers tonight, so will do.”

“And gently pat it dry.” I added. “And loose fitting clothing as much as possible to let the air get in there. And get out of your wet bathing suit as soon as you can. The moisture just makes it worse.”

“OK. Thanks Nurse Anne.” Tyler held up his hands full of goodies.

“Most welcome. I hope you are feeling better soon!” I patted him on the shoulder and walked him out of the office.

“Thanks,” he called over his shoulder and walked a slow wide stroll. He reminded me an old cowboy movie. I grimaced.

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