"The Nurse"....aka Shane's mom
We've had a little drama over at our little apartment in the hood the last two nights.
Last night, we were ready to eat supper when there was a frantic knocking at our door. We don't usually have knocking at the door.
Shane opened the door and the middle boy (grade 7) of our old neighbors who moved to another a building in the same complex was out of breath and asking if the nurse was at home. (He had remembered that I was a nurse). He goes on to tell us that his friend needs me and they found her lying down behind the building, unconscious!
I'm total not panicked but want to check out this story right away. So, I grab a watch in case I need to get some vital signs on this young girl and Shane follows with the cell just in case we have to call 911.
I get outside and the girl is walking around but obviously upset, followed by the usual gang of kids. I guess there was a fight and supposedly the story goes that she had handfuls of sand thrown down her throat. She wasn't too interested in talking to me.
So, I concluded to the kids that the girl was walking, talking and breathing so she would live. And, I suggested that if she felt worse to GO HOME TO HER MOM. (remember that part)
Shane and I go back upstairs to eat supper. Our buddy follows. He doesn't want to leave. He promises to return tomorrow at 6pm.
Then there is another knock at the door. He's back asking that the nurse would come and see the girl. I reiterate that she should go home and see her mom. (This whole time we can watch and hear what is going on out the window....knowing that she is walking and talking, but had recently wrapped herself in a blanket and had laid down on the pavement in the parking lot. He says she's unconscious again. We assure him while watching her get up and walk around that she is not.)
Shane overhears the idea yelled out by one of the kids that perhaps they should kidnap "the nurse"!! (We are laughing and trying to hide under and beside the window so that they can't see us from outside)
We continue eating. Another knock at the door. Now the younger brother is at our door....asking Shane if his mom, the nurse is there. So, now I'm Shane's mom! I tell him that I will come down again but only to escort the girl home to her mom.... He goes to relay the message. We hear him from the window yelling what "the nurse" suggested. Too funny!
Then the drama calmed and today we saw the girl walking around outside from our window. Obviously it wasn't too bad.
6:00pm rolls around tonight. We're preparing to have supper. No buddy yet.
6:20pm - I'm dishing out supper. There is a knock at the door. Our buddy is at the door with a playstation controller and some games, prepared to come and hang out.
So, we spent an hour and a half in the living room with our buddy with Shane beating him on every playstation game they played. Strange....but neat. We'll see what happens from here!
There's always a little drama in the hood of St.Vital!