Camp Week 5: A Rougher week.

I didn't get my wish. this week was much rougher than last week.

My campers were less aggressive, but that was about it. my one camper was on a walker and had little bladder control. A deadly combination; I had to change him the second he arrived.

Then, there were two other campers that weren't even toilet trained. Mitch and I bathed the bigger of the two, which was hell. There was him flinching around so badly he broke the bath seat, there was water and shit flying around everywhere, and there was Mitch and me jumping down each other's throats.

Ah! The joys of camp! And that's just the beginning.

On Tuesday, I went to Ryanwood, with CHristin, and Andrea McIlhatten another close friend of Jess and Christin. During the cookout and bedtime, everything went alright, but in the middle of the night, trouble happened again...

One of my campers had the runs in the middle of the night. I took off his pants and I sent him to the outhouse. Then I looked in his sleeping bag, and spilled shit all over myself. Then I ran to the unit, to get some clothing, and ran back to the outhouse, changed him, and went back to bed. All the time, I worried that he might wander, and get lost. Thankfully that didn't happen.

Thursday night, I didn't sleep, because of another camper sleeping in the hall, who wouldn't shut up. He had doused his room with sunblock, and had made a mess, and then moved out.

Joy!

On Friday, the Tram that takes us to the Dining Hall at Kon-o-Kwee broke down. And I had to push a wheelchair up the hill, already exhausted.

Then, meals were extremely brutal. There were seven campers at my table, one of whom needed to be spoon fed. The other six were very demanding, and demanded seconds, ans other food items.

Ooh!

Today, I attended my church's annual lawn fete. It was fun, despite the fact that it rained the whole time.


Anyhow, Next week better be better...