I spent two summers working at a summer camp for blind children.
One particularly hot and humid week, the plumbing in the lower row of cabins exploded, the pressure forcing a crack into a huge slab of concrete, flooding the cabins with waste water and forcing us to double up in the upper cabins. After settling the children in to the available beds, a smelly, rusty cot was found in storage for my use. Either the toxic mould growing on the cot or exposure to raw sewage got the best of me. Just before sunrise I woke, projectile vomiting in a perfect eight foot line between the rows of bunkbeds with sleeping children. I was sick again in the toilet, and then had the pleasure of cleaning up my mess while trying not to wake 24 blind children - the lightest sleepers in the world. Then there was the half mile hike (thank god it was downhill) to the nurse's office, stopping to throw up along the way. The nurse wasn't in for two more hours.
( gracielou, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 7:12, Reply)