All Was Well

I can't let this weekend pass without mentioning the inescapable behemoth that is Harry Potter. After a decade of waiting for the conclusion on screen, I have finally seen it, and my review is quite simple: It. Was. Awesome.
As a book purist, surely nothing can replicate the excitement I felt madly flipping through those pages of the last book back in '07, but this movie came close.
For the most part, it didn't feel rushed, the effects were wonderful, and every character got their moment in the sun. It was gory and scary and artistically raw when it needed to be. The changes from the book felt necessary for cinematic purposes, it felt truly epic and on a more tangible grand scale than in the book. Really, I just thought it was great. It is not every day that I see a movie and the audience breaks into spontaneous applause more than once, and I felt that at points, no one in that theatre was breathing. Much like Toy Story 3, I felt I could have probably cried through the whole thing. 
I am, of course, sorry to see it go, but what an amazing (over 21 hour) legacy it has to show.  I feel nothing in a long time to come could trump it on any level.  I will be happy one day to share such an amazing story with my kids.

The Rest of the Week

Thankfully, the rest of the first week of camp went by with just the usual maladies and complaints to be expected of kids on their first extended sojurn away from their parents. Most of them dislike it when I am completely unimpressed by their injury or complaint. They expect quite a lot of reaction that I expect they are used to receiving at home. Sadly for them, I don't particularly care that they have scraped themselves, have found a minute cut on their pinky fingers, or have a tiny headache. Well, I do care, but I am not going to fawn all over them. Camp is character building and although some are legitimately hurt or sick, most of the time, I'll put a band-aid over something and send them on their way.
I do love the kids that I can joke around with, I become incredibly sarcastic and when they can tell I'm joking, it is a lot of fun. One kid came to me with a microscopic cut on his thumb.
"Oh, my, look at that! What happened?!"
"I don't really know, I just noticed it."
I carefully inspected it.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad. Do you think you'll make it?"
"I, uh, yeah, I think so." He grinned, "But there is this bump I noticed."
"Hmm," I thoughfully palpated it. "Yes, that could be a problem. But I do think it's your bone. Would you like me to remove it? We can if you want. If it's bothering you too much."
He pulled his hand away, inspecting it himself, laughed and replied, "No, I think I'll keep it."
"Well, okay, but you let me know if you change your mind. We'll get that bone right out of there."
Oh yes, and that was in front of his mom. He ran off and she and I shared an eye roll. I love people with a sense of humor. Exhanges like that are what I love about being camp or when I look at their cut and shout "Call the national guard! Set up a landing zone for their helicopter!" and the kids just laugh.
I think I'm sick.


I am back again as camp nurse this year, and although it's just the first day, it has already been amusing, to say the least. We always start camp with a good old fashioned nature hike at the beginning of each week. Last year, apparently everyone got a little 'misplaced' on the hike and it ended up taking twice as long and they had to come get the youngest campers in a bus and it was all a huge mess. As soon as I heard this story, I was suddenly very glad to have missed it. Other adults came along this year to ensure that the hike would be back to its usual length.
Somehow, though, this didn't work out. I'm not sure when it became clear that we had taken a wrong turn but as we entered the second hour, even the least astute camper had noticed. I was more concerned with the inordinate amount of campers being stung by bees. It was like an M. Night Shyamalan movie. The suspense built, first a couple of kids were stung, then a while later four or five more, then later three or four more until at one point the whole group was at a standstill all comforting a sting victim while hugging eachother and sobbing uncontrollably. If it hadn't been so annoying, it would have been funny. Well, it was funny anyway. Thank God, none of them were allergic which was my nightmare situation despite having a reserve of epi. Some put on brave faces, but most quietly wept for the duration of the hike. Thankfully I had a stick of afterbite which I used as a placebo (it's more for itch than bite) on all the kiddos.  That and the promise of ice packs upon our return kept them motivated, even though I had no idea where we were or how long it would take to get back. By the time we emerged from the woods there had been ten victims (a fourth of the group) and all others were whiny, hot, and exhausted. Ah, that's what camp is all about!

Nothing like EMS

There is nothing like parting traffic with a wailing siren. Nothing like stepping over puddle of blood to get to the patient. Nothing like sinking those IVs and pushing those meds. There is nothing like having a backboarded patient throwing up while we are being driven emergency through a city. Nothing like fishing out a basin while dumping the entire contents of a cabinet onto the floor. Nothing like heaving the board on to its side and balancing it on my thigh while clinging to the center bar like a crazed monkey. Nothing like having to tell the patient he has no need to apologize. Nothing like that hard turn that nearly dumps me into the puddle of sick. There is nothing like giving a clean, clear yet unrehearsed report to the trauma team. Nothing like telling a doc that 'you might want to leave that strap on, it's holding him to the board.' when moving the patient. Nothing like the renewed fresh smell of a clean ambulance. There is nothing like this job.