You are kidding, right?

Normally that kind of title would be attached to a post about my mom. No such luck this time. This is a post about Camp. Specifically how ridiculous administration, bureaucracy and "quality control" are when it comes to common sense and H1N1... if you don't know what that is, look it up. I'm not going to "say" it.

Apparently a camp somewhere else had a problem with it. Now "they" feel I should "screen" 1000 people a week in three hours for said issue and send people home or make them wear a mask...

Do people not read. This "pandemic" is of less consequence than the typical flu! Now people want to be stupid or better yet proactively moronic about it. Meanwhile seems like some people here might even be seeing dollar signs as groups want to come to our camp rather than the "contaminated" one. But that means we have to appear hyper vigilant and capable of handling this "crisis." Which by the way hasn't even made CNN, but is a big deal... Whatever.

Shame they haven't increased my staff, no matter what I've asked... Shame I never got that new MedLodge no matter how many times promised... Shame this is my last summer. No percentage in staying for crazy behavior... I can get that for free at home and get a better night sleep.

Seriously?

Moments...

So here I am, my last Week 1 of camp. And I find myself noticing the "moments." You know those instants in time that are special, priceless and become part of you, there whenever you need a smile.

The campfire last night, "That's it! I'm not teaching underwater basket weaving anymore!" and, "I'm sorry, you are just not big enough to fill my scrubs!"

Not to mention breakfast at Miss Meg's (though once we get the adjustment right on the band, that will be gone faster than everything else...) and the tap on my door, "Sandy, can we talk?" Those moments are priceless and irreplacable...

Course, watchin Mark spin himself into the floor and self-centered, self important scout masters... Those are things I won't miss.

Whatever it takes, right?

So let's take a minute and make sure I got this right...

You, (mother), said that you would be here Friday so that you could take care of my dogs this summer. Then you called to say it would be Saturday, but you would totally be there, so all I had to do was have them at the house and you would be there by 7PM to let them out and feed them (riiight...)...

Now you want me to drive five hours up and meet you halfway at a hotel and give them to you... Tomorrow...

So I am calling friends to see who can help give mom extra time... She swears she'll be here by Wednesday...

Note me not holding my breath...

Camp has started

And so, once again, it begins. I have completely finished my responsibilities at the high school and am now firmly entrenched in what is going to be my final full summer at camp.

Deciding that Camp needed to be a finite experience for me was hard, but I see now that there are other things I need to do and move on to... That's not to say that I won't be back to visit, maybe even do a short stint (a week or two) here or there, but this is the last real thing. I think I'm OK with that, but...

Setting up the clinic, cleaning up, organizing getting ready to accept Homesick and Injured campers (not to mention dealing with the JNROTC cadets who are here for this week... who by the way are whiny wimps!) seemed both satisfying and oddly sad. Saying goodbye to an old friend.

There was one delightful young man who came in explaining about horrific pain in his knee that is now causing back spasms. I asked what he did to injure the knee... He said he didn't know it has hurt for a YEAR! I asked what his physician said. He said that as he has no insurance he has never seen a doctor. While that is possible, how did he get up here to camp without a physical. Anyway, I pointed out to him that I am not a doctor and do not carry an MRI in my pocket. Then we got to the meat of the issue. "Well, can you tell my Gunny I can't run today?" Well now that you mention it, "No, that is something you need to discuss with your Gunny." Seriously these ROTC are just sad. I hope this experience toughens a lot of them up... The came in on the first day and comments were made that my boys were the sissy's, so to speak. Well who can't hack it now!

Yep, Camp has started.