Anyone remember the summer camp infirmary nurse

Back when going to sleep away camp was standard, at least where i grew up, the camp nurse was the hottest woman there every year. i was sick with a cold one time when i was 11 and had to stay over night in the infirmary. Faith, the nurse, who was a pretty blond that wore it long and had all the usual attributes that would cause an 11 year old to get a boner, perfect breasts you could only imagine, lovely legs and bubble style butt. after i changed into my pajamas and got into bed, Faith came into the beds ward with a cup holding a thermometer sticking in vaseline and set it on my bed stand. she said she had to take my temperature and to roll over. she pulled my bottoms down, spread my little butt with one hand and inserted the thermometer deftly with the other. i remember her twirling the glass rod as it slipped in fairly deep. i think she noticed i raised up a little, involuntarily and naturally, as i did at home. at the same time i'm lying on my belly with a thermometer in my ass, the kid in the bed next to me vomits in the bed and on himself. he's younger than me and is crying. what a mess. Faith starts tending to him and leaves the thermometer in me. it starts to raise up so i reached behind and pushed it back in. wow! that was a first with a real thermometer. after she strips the kid and wipes him up, she comes back to me and apologizes for leaving me, with a sly eye. Thankful it didnt slip out, she withdrew it and wiped it off with a tissue. there was poop on it and she said that helped hold it in. she knew i pushed it in as it was as deep as i could get it. it was deeper than she would have gone. this brought the question of when i had my last bm. i told her it had been awhile and she said it would need to be taken care. yikes. scared and excited too. did anyone have a camp nurse memory

Our daughters went to a fancy and incredibly well equipped performing arts camp in upstate New York in the 2000's. When we were there for visiting days when they had performances, I couldn't believe what they kids were capable of doing in theater and gymnastics/circus performance. They were never sick there, but had taken a few quick trips for cuts and bruises. I asked about their infirmary experiences and if they saw anything they weren't familiar with. (That was as specific as I got.) They never told any stories about friends getting rectal temperatures, enemas or anything else people here fantasize about.

I think it's all fantasy too. I went to camp several times (this was in California not the Adirondacks) and nothing remotely like this happened.

Camp twice in the Texas hill country, never was aware there was an infirmary. The camp counselors had first aid stuff like band-aids for scraped knees, etc. This was in the 1960s.

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I went to Buck's Rock in the late 60's, a camp in CT. The infirmary was staffed by a local M.D., (a quack), and a couple of nurses, one of whom was probably in her 80's at the time, or so it seemed. Fortunately, my experiences with the infirmary were limited to minor insect bites, and bruises. I was told that they took rectal temps. on people who were very sick, but I had no way to confirm that. I do remember that some campers were taken to the local hospital at times, where they may have received a rectal temp. One attractive female, told me about a rectal exam that she received in the E.R., for abdominal pain. The image was enough to excite me.

I never went to sleep away camp, but have a lot of friends who did. I never heard about more than being treated for an insect bite, minor cut, or sprain. I could see them doing RT for campers who may have heat stroke, but that would be a rare case. Not to say that I haven't thought about the idea of RT at summer camp, or used that in a play scenario.... :-)

I went to sleep away YMCA camp for a month as a camper every summer from age 8 until I started working there at age 15 for a couple of seasons. It was fairly primitive by todays standards with unheated wood cabins, latrine down the lane, and a big lodge where we ate communal meals. Our camp nurse was also the school nurse from the local Catholic grammar school and had two kids in the camp. The infirmary was a three-room house with the nurse's room, treatment room, and 'ward.' Kids with poison ivy, scrapes, coughs and the like would be seen, treated and sent back to their cabin groups. Kids who had more serious cases were often kept overnight or if real serious, taken to the hospital. If you presented with tummy problems you almost certainly got milk of magnesia, Pepto Bismol, or castor oil. I ended up there with what was certainly constipation on more than one occasion over the years. Mrs. C knew what was best and she gave enemas. I don't ever remember rectal temps, but enemas from a red open-top syringe were common enough.

Later, when I worked as a kitchen boy I helped clear the buildings at the end of summer season and I had to assist with cleaning the infirmary. I saw Mrs. C throwing out two enema bags in the garbage as I worked and she said they got so much use every summer that they got new ones every year!

I often think that in today's throw away world how appalled today's parents would be to know how many behinds shared those bags!

I went to an overnight summer camp in Pennsylvania in the 1950s. The camp "doctor" was a rising 4th year medical student (there was a licensed local physician on call). The camp nurse was a 40 or 50-something woman. Nothing to get excited about.

I went to church camp every summer. It was the thing I looked forward to the most every single year I think. I didn't know I had a medical fetish then, didn't really realize it until I was 37 or so but I from the time I was 5 or 6 had a huge crush on Alan Alda as a man, and also his character on M*A*S*H. I guess I didn't realize it then but looking back on it I pretty much thought most doctors were hot, lol. I loved Gonzo from Trapper John MD, loved Doc from the Love Boat, also love pretty much all the male doctors from St.Elsewhere. I should have known there was a pattern there, lol.

I started going to camp in the summer between 4th and 5th grade and continued until the summer before my 9th grade year. After that we went to conferences and did more teenage/adult things. But every year everyone from the same churches around the state would go to the same summer camp at the same time. There was a nurse I do remember but she changed a few times over the years, and women do nothing for me so I really paid no attention to her, lol.

We had the same camp doctor though every year. His name was Dr. Mason. He was middle aged, had a slight belly which I happen to love, he had a beard, dark hair and was about normal height. I think I fell in love with him the moment I saw him.

Camp was always a week long and our days were filled with classes that we picked out to do. We had horseback riding, swimming, arts and crafts, hiking, and a ton of other things and we always had a basic first aid class and CPR class. I signed up for that every year naturally because I knew Dr. Mason was the one teaching it and I pretty much did everything I could to be close to him. Yes, I was the typical girl with a crush and today I realize now that he knew it, lol.

I never really heard any stories about medical happenings at camp, and if I did I don't remember them, with the exception of one year. It was the summer in between my 6th and 7th grade year. I had recently started my period, my boobies were getting bigger every day, and I was in that weird awkward stage of puberty the we all wish we could forget, lol.

About 2 days into camp a lot of campers both adults and kids started getting really sick. If I had to guess I would say it was food poisoning due to how fast it hit and the severity of it, and how many got it. People were vomiting and pooping at the same time and seemed to do so for about 24 hours. It wasn't pretty. I know quite a few got taken to the hospital even. When they got sick they were sent to the hospital cabin where they were taken care of medically speaking. I had a few friends who got sick, got better and returned to their cabins. I remember them telling me that they did have their temps taken and not in a good way either. I just didn't know to ask any questions, I was young, lol. Some of them got IV's too. You have to also remember that this would have been 1981 or 82. Thermometer options were 0 at that time, so we didn't really think anything odd about having your temp taken rectally. We knew that was a real option, but didn't mean we liked it any less, lol.

Well the second to last day I also found myself getting sick. That was the year I was in the big double sided cabin too. It housed about 30 of us and in the basement it had showers and bathrooms and electric. The other cabins didn't have any of those things. So most of us hoped to get put in the big cabin as it was way more comfortable, plus you didn't have to go outside to go to the bathroom. Also it had bunks with mattresses where as the other cabins had wood slabs.

I remember we had spaghetti for dinner. About 2am I suddenly felt the urge to purge. I always make it to the bathroom and still do when that happens, but I turned over to get out of bed and it happened. I was so embarrassed. My councilor got up and told me when I was done for a second she would take me up to the medical cabin. It took me a few minutes to realize what she said, but when it hit me I balked. There was no way I was going to go and see Dr. Mason, not the way I was feeling, looking, probably smelling, and there was no way I was going to put myself in a position to have him see my fanny.

I convinced my councilor to allow me to stay in my own bed. I got sick I think about 3 more times. I stayed in bed through breakfast and after I received a visit from Dr. Mason. He often at camp wore a t-shirt that had a printed lab coat with a thermometer, a reflex hammer, a tie, a stethoscope and a thermometer on it. I oddly enough loved that shirt, lol. I think it's cute. But he came to my bedside that day with that shirt on. I was mortified, afraid of what he was going to do. We were alone so if he had thought something medically needed to happen he probably would have felt okay to do so, although HIPAA didn't exist back then.

He put his hand on my forehead and stroked my hair as he talked to me. He asked a lot of questions and I answered them honestly. He listened to my heart and lungs and he looked at my legs and ankles as well as my other joints. He also looked in my ears and in my throat. He palpated my abdomen but he never tried to take my temp. I was and still am very glad for that. When we signed up for camp on our application we had to fill out our medical history and that same year, earlier I had come down with a weird case of strep. And for the life of me I can never remember it. But there were 3 girls my age in my town that got that same strain. The two before me died from it, one at home and one in the hospital. It was so nasty. All of my joints were swollen to the point that I could hardly walk or move, my face was so swollen I couldn't open my eyes, it was really bad. Lucky for me as the third case my doctor knew exactly what he was seeing and I was loaded up with lots of ATB's and IV's and whatever else they threw at me. When I recovered from that a month later I got pneumonia. So I was out sick probably 4 months of my 6th grade year. How I ever passed is still beyond me.

But back to my story, Dr. Mason was well aware of my previous conditions from earlier that year which is why I am guessing he did the exam he did. He probably knew that if I was getting sick again he was going to have to get me out of there for both my life and the health of the others.

Moving forward 25 years I was at my first real nursing job. I had to work a year at the place that helped pay for my school, but this was my first job outside of that one after I had graduated from nursing school. This was the facility that I ran the vent trach unit. I was standing at my nursing cart one day and who was it but Dr. Mason that walked up to my cart. I looked in the face and I was instantly taken back to that summer when I was 12. I have to be honest with you, my heart melted and I felt like a little girl all over. He had not changed a bit except for the gray hair in his beard. As it turns out he was the doctor for one of the hospice companies. He stuck out his hand to me and as I accepted it he sort of tilted his head a bit to the side and he said, "I know you". And I said, "yes you do, and I know you too". Then before I could respond with anything else he said, "I always knew you would be a nurse or a doctor....". He remembered me and I was flattered, I still am actually. We had a fantastic conversation that day. I told him that he was one of the reasons I became a nurse which flattered him a lot because he told me so. We didn't discuss the fact that I had a crush on him, but I know he knew I did and remembered that I had.

Dr. Mason was one of the people that influenced me and helped make me who I am today. I never saw him again after that. And at 45 I am sure he is pushing 80 these days probably. It's funny how things in your childhood really can and do shape who you are and what you become. To be honest with you, Doc is a dead ringer for Dr.Mason in a lot of ways, not only in looks but in the way of his bedside manner, and well, too many things to mention. In an odd sort of a way seeing him that day gave me some closure as I was able to thank him and validate all his vacation time he spent camp taking care of us kids and doing so for free. I was very glad to give something back to him for all he had done for me and all the others. I'm sure I couldn't have been the only one. He made a difference in my life and what I became, who I am. I am so appreciative of him for being himself and a great doctor and for what he did for me.

Mashie

Granted this story is second hand from a dear friend of mine but it is cute and shows the power of social media ....

She attended a summer camp in the Poconos for several years in 70s as a camper and staff. It is still functioning and is a very large camp that has a complete health center, staffed with nurses and a doctor. She became ill and found herself being admitted to the Health Center to stay overnight. As she was settling in, one of the Aides, a male medical student came in, chatted for a moment with her and eventually took her temperature rectally.

About two years ago, she tells me that she had visited the Facebook page of the Camp Alumni, joined, and was contacted by ¨a man¨ whose name she remembered. Eventually the chat went to a video call. In the call, he joked with her asking if she recalled the last time they actually saw each other. Her memory was not clear, just saying probably at camp some 30+ years ago. Well, he recanted the story and she then recalled it in vivid detail! She commented to me that ¨He was pretty good at taking temperatures, too!¨

Today, she is a PA and he is a GYN!

Beccarnmommy, great story. How old was your friend when had the experience? How did she feel about it at the time? Thanks.

I went to a camp that had an infirmary with a nurse on staff and a doctor in charge and on call. There were four beds but only minor ailments were treated . The nurse was middle aged and her uniform stretched a bit around her stomach. You didn't want to stay there because the doctor had a standing order that patient who spent the night there got an enema in the morning. The enema bag hung on a hook by the toilet slightly above eye level. Tonsillitis brought me in couple of times The patient bent over the toilet while the catheter was passed between his legs and put in--way, way in. You then sat and watched the enema bag empty. By the end I was squirming trying to hold it with the nurse threatening another if that one was done right. Didn't like it then but even without a good looking nurse would love it now.

Way back toward the end of WW II I attended a summer camp that did have a dedicated infirmary and full time nurse. Each AM our tent counselor, chart in hand, asked each camper if they had gone #1 and #2 the prior day. It didn't take us long to figure out the chart went to the nurse and missing two #2 in a row meant a call to the infirmary before lunch for a "brown Bomber" laxative pill. I should point out the facilities were quite primitive consisting of a '5 holer' shed wherein one sat on a 'box' and pooped into a deep hole...not quite like home and certainly not conducive to a leisurely 'event'...

So... during role call if one were foolish enough to concede to 3 days with no #2 he would be notified to report to the infirmary instead of afternoon swim. Interestingly, no one really missed him at swim and when he later returned to the tent little was said about his afternoon although we all knew he had an ENEMA. OMG !!!

In my case, I was able to keep my record 'clean' despite occasional bouts of constipation during which I became even more of a wise ass and an irritant to our counselor. Imagine my surprise when I was called in for a 'bomber' and the next day a visit during afternoon swim. The bastard had set me up and there was no appeal and no way out. I numbly stumbled in to the infirmary, was greeted by the nurse who explained the next 2 hours of my life, and to strip down to my shorts. In my fog of fear, dread and some weird feeling of excitement I was led into the treatment room consisting of a desk, cabinet and a long padded table above which on the wall was a large blue bulging enema bag with the hideous traditional black enema tip attached to the blue rubber tube. Instructed to lie down, I recall my shorts being pulled to my knees, buttocks spread, Vaseline applied to me and that black tip...Oh no!!! this was all happening too fast...No please stop!! As the tip touched me I jumped and it was in; followed by "ready?" then the "click" and the surge of cool then warm soapy water. What followed was 2 hours of cramping, tummy rubbing, soft talk and encouragement, more soapsuds and cramping, voiding all in the shed out back, returning to find another blue bag of warm water to further cleanse my tortured insides which went quite smoothly all the while comforted by my new friend the nurse. Actually, I felt pretty good and the experience was not all that bad.

Slinking back to my tent-mates I decided to man up..."Yes, I did get an enema and it wasn't all that bad either" while thinking that SOB counselor is going to regret this day for the rest of the 'camp experience.

Compacto...Indeed an amusing tale...though I could visualize it may not have been at the time...Thanks for the chuckle

I went to summer camp for 18 years. The camp for disabled people and I’m disabled too (cerebral palsy) and I use to love going to camp every year. The camp has infirmary with a doctor on call and 3 nurses. They build a new bigger infirmary when I was in my teens, it was big and has 2 exam rooms and 4 rooms with beds in each room to stay in if somebody get sick need to stay overnight. One day, I went up to the infirmary because I hurt my hand and my camp counselor want me go get it check it out, I remember, went in to the infirmary and I saw a friend on exam table with only in diaper being check out. One of my counselor told me he had get a physical exam in camp infirmary before all campers came to camp. I nerve got a physical exams at camp because we have get our exams at our own doctors about 6 weeks before camp started. Good time!

Does anyone remember the Michael J. Fox movie "Poison Ivy" from the mid-80s? One of the plot lines concerns a boy who gets a crush on the young camp nurse and starts contriving ways to visit her. But then --- there's another camp nurse, a stern old lady in a white uniform. The boy shows up to the infirmary one too many times, and she greets him with a scowl and holds up a thermometer. It's left to our imagination what happens next, but the implication is pretty clear.

This is one of the memories I have that establishes that my fetish was well established before I hit puberty.

Sadly I never went to summer camp when I was growing up? but I sure did heard lots of stories from family and friends who did??. It all sounded very fun and exciting. ?

Ha ha ha ... when I was growing up in the US, being sent to summer camp was one of the biggest fears I had. It would have been the equivalent of being sent to an open air prison slash boot camp or penal colony. I heard stories from other kids too and I dreaded the idea of wasting a summer in a place like that, with constant supervising and mandatory group activities. My father in fact would sometimes threaten to send me to one if he thought I had not been comporting myself as he thought I should ...

Odd and fascinating how people have diametrically opposed appreciations of things like this ... 😃 And thankfully I was never sent to one either.

If you look carefully you can see that the thermometer in Poison Ivy is a stubby rectal thermometer.

When I was about 13 I went to a church camp run by our diocese. It was fairly posh with air conditioned cabins with four campers to a cabin. One of the campers was a girl about 10 years old from the bad part of town who was at the camp on a scholarship. She had an untreated tooth abscess that got worse throughout the week. I heard from one of the girl campers I knew that the woman who functioned as the camp nurse made the other campers clear out so that she could examine the sick girl. My friend told me that she overheard several of the adults whispering about having to take the girl's temperature rectally because her mouth was so inflamed. One of the adults later took the girl to a dentist and paid to have the tooth treated. The mental image of a ten year old girl having a thermometer shoved in her rectum made quite an impression on my 13 year old mind.

I went to summer camp for years when I was younger and had a blast being gone for a week and spending time with my friends, honestly can't remember if their was a nurse and I'm sure their was but never been a person to get sick so never had to use them.

When I was little I went to the same camp for all of my primary, one years I was playing in the water for to long and got a cold, my monitor send me to see the nurse on the campus, it was a lady in her 40 with black hair, when it was time to take my temperature, she ask me to get naked from the waste down, and took my temp in my butt hole, it was so embarrassing, but at the same time it was a amazing feeling

The intrigue of visiting the nurse's office at camp had to do with tons of rumors about being examined no matter what the issue that always included a rectal temp. I tended to think most of it was a bit fantasy by my friends until I had occasion to seek out help when feeling horrible for two straight days.

I really didn't protest when my camp counselor said it would be best to go and have the nurse take a look. I honestly didn't think she was "hot" just a mom like appearance. She was kind and reassuring and had me remove my t-shirt to listen to heart and lungs as well as do bowel sounds while I had on my summer shorts. Her impression was that I had likely developed a mild case of constipation. To confirm this, she very casually told me to take off my shorts and underpants so that she could finish my exam. I was shocked and clearly not prepared to show her my very shriveled manhood. There was no way out so I did undress; I was likely all sorts of red and shaking. So much for being the confident teen.

She had me lay on my belly and took my temperature. It didn't hurt aside from my pride. I quickly remembered why I hated my doctor! Lying there with my it inside me seemed like forever but not long enough because after that came a finger. I so squirmed and gasped during that procedure. I was reduced to feeling completely helpless as she conducted the exam. When done, she told me that her impression of constipation was correct and that for now she would just have me drink prune juice for a day and see if that remedied matters or have me return for an enema! I gladly accepted the prune juice Til this day I can't go near the stuff! It did work and I was sure to tell my friends that a trip to the nurse was as embarrassing as anyone could imagine!

@agracier said: Ha ha ha ... when I was growing up in the US, being sent to summer camp was one of the biggest fears I had. It would have been the equivalent of being sent to an open air prison slash boot camp or penal colony.

Odd and fascinating how people have diametrically opposed appreciations of things like this ... 😃 And thankfully I was never sent to one either.

You have described perfectly my fear of summer camp. My nephew who was 6 months younger than me went and they decided I should try it the next year. That gave me a whole year to figure a way to get out of it, which I did.

My best friend and I spent a week at a Boy Scout Summer Camp when we were 10. The toilets were in a single building with low dividers between them and no doors on the stalls. I was embarrassed to use them with everyone in the room able to watch me, so I held back until I was constipated and had a stomachache. My counsellor took me to the nurse and she gave me a big dose of Castor Oil, but the next morning when I still hadn't pooped and my stomachache was worse, he took me back and the nurse gave me a big hot soapsuds enema that finally made me poop. Then that night the nurse gave me another dose of Castor Oil to make sure I kept pooping. NOT my idea of an enjoyable Summer Camp experience!!!

Actually, when I came down with a cold at summer camp, the nurse took my oral temp. with a (clean) rectal thermometer. I guess that they used their discretion. When I saw that rectal thermometer, I felt sick to my stomach. I was 13 at the time, and definitely did not want my temperature taken rectally. After that, I never visited the camp infirmary again.

I never actually went to summer camp, but some of my favorite role-play scenes and fantasies have involved summer camp infirmary or camp counselors acting in a caregiving capacity.

It would be cool if I went to camp!!! But now I’m too old for that lol