So I'm a camp nurse right now, and let me tell you, we have been having some exciting times! I get phone calls and worried reports from counselors and girls about bleeding, fainting, nausea, etc., and from all the excitement surrounding these complaints I can't help but think, "This must be serious!" So we (there are two nurses) jump into good old Mable (a '99 black beauty of a Maxima that is our temporary ambulance) and rush to the trauma scene. I drive like a mad woman and the other nurse, Amber, leans her head out the window and makes siren noises. (Okay, so we haven't actually made the noises yet, but we're really tempted.) When we arrive we find the following emergencies that require our immediate attention:
1. Stomach aches
2. Dry throats
3. Blistered heels
4. Headaches
5. Mosquito bites
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "I've had one of those before and I never even went to the doctor!" Well, maybe you should have. Because when it happens here at camp it requires a medical professional as asap as possible.
Next time you experience one of these symptoms, call me. I am a nurse and will give you the number to the emergency room. If I don't answer, continue about your business as usual, and you'll be just fine. Probably.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Happy Father's Day
My dad is the best. While I have thought this for 24 years, I have never been able to find the perfect gift for him. Until now.
A friend from school casually passed along this business card to me that he found amusing. There are only two words on the card, small print, embossed, to the point.
So, dad, I realize it's a little tardy considering I no longer live under your roof and have almost learned to control my daily word quota, but still. For all those times I followed you into your office, for all those times I perched on your bed after dates, for all those times I called you at work...this card is for you. Just a little subtle flash will do. I'll understand. Happy Father's Day!
A friend from school casually passed along this business card to me that he found amusing. There are only two words on the card, small print, embossed, to the point.
So, dad, I realize it's a little tardy considering I no longer live under your roof and have almost learned to control my daily word quota, but still. For all those times I followed you into your office, for all those times I perched on your bed after dates, for all those times I called you at work...this card is for you. Just a little subtle flash will do. I'll understand. Happy Father's Day!
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