The last casualty of the week was.... the nurse. As we were taking down decorations awhile ago I suddenly had a horrible burning on my forearm; I called out that something had bitten me and our outdoorsman Basil asked if it felt like I'd been burned by a cigarette - when I answered yes, he had antihistamine in me immediately and then brought out a little vaccuum-like venom extractor. My arm started swelling quickly and is now achy all over but the swelling is subsiding some with ice and elevation. These aren't the big scorpions like we have in the states; much much smaller but I can attest that they pack a wallop of a sting. Will pay attention to it and if it's not better tomorrow will check in with a doctor.
We got all our little chicks home safely, albeit with few dry eyes. I've just arrived back at the Monastery where I'll spend the night and attend church in the AM. Sunday church here is fabulous. Neighboring folks come from all around and there are tons of children, and lots of drums and dancing, local music and a boatload of incense. Makes "smells and bells" services at home look, sound and smell pretty tame.
-Mary Jane Amick, a member of St. Raphael's in Lexington, reports on her volunteer service again this year as a nurse at South African Reading Camp in Grahamstown, South Africa.
Due to some unforeseen technical glitches, the blog postings from last week’s Reading Camps in Danville and Northern Kentucky were not posted in a timely fashion. The above post is one of a series of those belated entries from those camps.
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