"I'm a nurse"

I said these words today.
After the incident, I felt the shakes so bad I couldn't think straight.  My mom says it's probably genetic. She calls it the "Ok, someone else is here to handle the crisis I can freak out now" shakes.

I took my oldest and my youngest to the State Fair today.  On our way out we stopped to get me a funnel cake (a must) and my oldest deep fried cookie dough.  (We both shared with the youngest because she couldn't make up her mind.)  While we were waiting, one of the girls ahead of us fell onto the ground.  I heard someone say "She's having a seizure".  I watched, I waited, and I realized people are unknowing of what to do.  Here I am surrounded by a bunch of kids yelling "Don't touch her" "Leave her alone" One person was actually smart enough to ask the trash collector if he had a way to get in touch with the higher ups at the fair so she can get assistance.  All this was in the course of about 30 seconds, maybe less.  It finally dawned on me: "OMGosh! I know what to do!"  I handed my stuff to my 8 year old and got down beside the girl to roll her over on her side when the teenage girls started yelling "LEAVE HER ALONE, LEAVE HER ALONE"  One boy then said "No, its her mom"  I said "No, I'm not her Mom, I'm a nurse."
I rolled the girl over and she popped up like nothing happened.  She seemed quite embarrassed, and I asked her if she was ok, and she said "Yeah it happens all the time".

So, I had to walk away, because I was feeling the "shakes" come on.    Sans goodies.

It was an awesome feeling to actually KNOW what to do, but at the same time, the 'after-math' of crisis mode sucked.

I took Shelby to make a dipped beeswax candle in Cracker Country.  Zsusanna got a huge piece of sugar cane.  I got rid of my shakes.

We went back to the goodie stand, got our fattening treats, and went home.