For a couple of summers I worked as a camp nurse, good money and I didn’t have to sleep with the kids in their cabins, they never sleep, to excited. At one camp it was the first week, so I was an unknown commodity to the staff. This camp was very rocky and had edged rocks sticking out all over the place. One of the campers tripped while running and split open their leg. So I bandaged it up and loaded them into the camp van to go to the hospital. Well the asst. director who hadn’t seen the injury decided to go with me and I sensed doubt in their voice about the need to go to the ER. This was the only ER I ever been to that you had to knock on the door and wait for someone to answer, let’s just say, it was small. Once the nurse removed my bandage at the hospital and the asst. director actually saw the wound, they then proceeded to threw up. The child needed 15 stiches; it was a real nasty gash. The asst. director never doubted my judgment after that.

There was another camp I worked at that would bring in under privileged children to camp for a free week. One child arrived with stiches in their arm and I was caring for them. A couple of days into their stay they got a chemical in their eye so I took them to the ER to make sure there were no issues. While checking out the injured eye the doctor of course checked the other eye and they discovered a scratch on the cornea. When the doctor questioned the camper about it, they stated they had also done this in camp. When I asked them why they hadn’t come to see me about it, they stated they didn’t want to bother me since I was already caring for their stiches. This child was obviously not use to getting consistent medical care. Nice thing about these jobs, I had my Cabin In The Woods, I just couldn’t keep it, bummer.