Camp shows in the strangest ways . . .
In years past, I have generally accepted that the school year has begun in earnest when I have to retire my preferred sandals in favor of actual shoes. This fall, I would have made this swap about three weeks ago except for one small complication- I broke some bones in my right foot about a month ago. Sadly, the story of the break is not all that interesting (I fell.) but the process of dealing with it has proven to be a bit more entertaining.
For starters, I do not currently have health insurance; I also take a somewhat skeptical view of modern medicine, preferring to stick with more homeopathic and homegrown remedies when possible. As it happened, though, I fell while at work so I was sent off the doctor for x-rays when no one else agreed with my “wait and see” approach. Then through a combination of stubbornness, practicality, and a strange refusal to bill Worker’s Comp, I left my appointment with a confirmed break, crutches I had no intention to use, and no cast, either hard or soft.
My solution to this situation was about $5 worth of compression tape, which I used to help hold the bone in place. After two weeks, I went back for a required follow-up x-ray. It turned out to be an opportunity to report back to a physician that you have ignored every one of his instructions and yet your injury is still healing nicely. While my very frustrated doctor tried to hide that fact and figure out what to recommend next, the medical student who was with him looked back at my file and then started the following exchange:
Can I ask, do you have some sort of wilderness training or were you ever a camp counselor?
Um, yes to both. I still work a girls’ resident camp. Why?
I just couldn’t think of anyone else who would think they could fix a broken bone with tape and actually use it correctly.
Oh. Thank you.
I left the doctor, reflecting on the fact that while we are not always sure how the effect that camp has had on us will show itself, it always will. So whether it’s your lack of fear of public speaking after countless Airbands and Dining Hall announcements, your ability to think that any task, no matter how daunting, is completely do-able with a little help and determination or your resolve that tape can, in fact, fix a broken bone, own the legacy that your time at camp has left you with because it can show itself when you least expect it.