I once told you all that I write to compartmentalize my feelings. Basically, it helps me deal with things. I am still happy and stuff guys, but today is one of those days that everyone would have been better off staying in bed. I never want to relive today. It has been the perfect cap to a rather lackluster week. In the words of another counselor as we locked up and went home today: “After a day like this, I need a drink!“
Now, I’m not going to relive the entire experience today. I will merely gloss over it. My middle school boys and the middle school girls were playing Capture The Flag in the same place we have for YEARS. Yes, there’s some parts you should be careful around, but I have never seen anyone get worse than a cut or scrape from falling. Some of the younger kids have cried, but we move on. After all, as a kid, you’re going to fall and get some cuts and bruises. Now, that’s far from what happened today.
Before I go on, I want to bring up that, on Monday, I nearly snapped my ankle when I was playing basketball on that very concrete surface. I came down hard on my ankle and completely rolled my ankle over. It’s still swollen and everything now, but the swelling and pain has subsided from how bad it got. Hence, I’ve been hobbling around at camp all week. It’s been intensively wrapped and taken care of, but I still have not run on it regularly.
Anyway, they are playing capture the flag. I really can’t run, so I’m half hobbling/hopping after the girls team trying to tag them. I turn away and hear “GET SOMEONE NOW!” yelled at me twice. From where I am standing near the tree, I can’t see anything. Another counselor takes off sprinting away, and I could tell immediately something was wrong. I took two steps around the tree and saw one of my favorite campers (and one I’ve known for YEARS) crying on the ground hysterically.
Just throwing it out there after today, I really don't ever want to see exposed leg bone ever again.—
Garret McDowell (@gmcdowell90) July 25, 2014
The wound was bad. It was a complete accident, that she tripped on a tree root and happened to hit the ground at the exact angle to open up her leg. I thought I was good in crisis situations. I know I can’t deal with much in terms of serious wounds beyond blood, but I’ve never frozen before. I was definitely ashamed in myself for a while today, because I thought I could keep it together. It took a few seconds, but I came to and began a brave face for the girl. I helped clear the area and got the kids to other groups as four of us took charge. I went and took care of traffic, getting the ambulance and cop cars where they needed to be.
There’s something to be said for some people who are able to deal with traumatic experiences better than others. I really am proud of my coworkers today. They really stepped up for the first time something like that has ever happened. Also, I’m glad it took me so long to write this post. Just got a text that the camper didn’t break any part of her leg, just had a massive cut. Lots of stitches, but that’s it.
I’m very relieved! I thought it was broken for sure. Still wish we didn’t have today happen! This catharsis didn’t need to happen I guess. Oh well, I’m going to go ice my ankle. Have a good night peeps!