Late Night Shower

1:30am- "um, N, I have a sick camper." -K (outside of my bedroom door)

My eyes flew open and I was dressed and out of bed in seconds. I have become a light sleeper and really quick to react upon immediate waking.

Why don't kids get sick mid-day?

Why do counselors walk right in front of the Health Center, past the Health Center containing the nurse, and to my door?

I don't know, but that's all part of my glorious job.

Stomachache.

I gave the camper some crackers and water, and asked him the standard questions- if he'd eaten dinner, needed to throw up or go to the bathroom and if he'd ever been to camp before (answer: no= most likely this is homesickness). Distraction and crackers didn't seem to cure him, so I decided to go wake up the nurse.

The Health Center is 25 yards (tops) from my house. Between the 1 minute it took to walk there and the 4 minutes Counselor K and I were inside and decided sick camper would stay overnight, the sky opened up and the rain began POURING down. The BIG FAT raindrops that splat when they hit, blowing wind, mixed with tiny, fast raindrops that rapidly prick your skin- all of that.

Two choices: Tell K to have a nice walk back across camp to the boys cabins (which are as far away from my house as you can get) and RUN to my house... OR... RUN to my house with K, pick up the golf cart, drive him across camp in the POURING rain, and then drive back to my house.

I think K felt bad for waking me up and he said, "no, you don't have to drive me." But I did, telling him, "No worries, I was going to take a shower in 5 hours anyway, now this will save me some time in the morning."

And you know what? I skipped the shower this morning. Ah camp!