This fact makes me immensely happy. I don’t have to do anything. I can go right to bed. Even if it is only 6:30. (Going to bed early seems to be more effective for me than trying to sleep in, at least once a wake-up-early routine is enforced the other 6 days of the week.)
Today, a guy asked me if I’d ever punched a horse in the nose.
I imagine your reaction is something similar to mine: What??
I don’t think it was any sort of figure of speech. Everyone else wanted to know if he’d ever had a horse/punched a horse in the nose, and he went on to tell a story of how some horse was not cooperating with him when he was trying to guide it by the bridle (or some such) and how he’d finally gotten fed up and punched it in the nose and after that it cooperated. And then the girls behind me got indignant that he’d punched a sweet, innocent animal.
Well, here’s the context:
That morning, we’d been practicing bed mobility. This means helping to move people in bed, from their backs to their sides to their backs to their sides to sitting up. That sort of thing. Some patients need more assistance than others. A maximum assist means that the patient can’t help you at all, and you have to move the entire bodyweight by yourself. Laura and I wanted practice doing a 2-person assist, so we asked Mr. Quarterback to be our max assist patient; he complied.
We did just fine getting him from his back to his side. We “scooted” him closer to the edge for properly sitting him up. He complimented our teamwork, but we were pretty much ignoring him, because we were busy thinking about the next part: sitting him up. Laura, being taller, was supposed to take his heavier upper body from the mat to sitting. I was supposed to swing his legs off the mat and down. I suspected I was the stronger of us two, but wasn’t sure I had the height to get him properly sitting (the table/mats are already as high as my waist).
On three, I swung his legs off, but Laura couldn’t lift her end. We wound up both lifting his upper body together, and got him into sitting. We also got him back out of sitting; then it was time for the next class. I was glad for the practice, because moving smaller people is easy; it’s the hard assists you really want practice with.
So we were all sitting in the next class waiting for the teacher to show up, and out of the blue he turns around and asks me if I’ve ever punched a horse in the nose.
“What?! No! What on earth made you ask that?”
“‘Cause you’ve got strength, you know? When you were moving me.” (And then everyone else wanted to know if he’d ever punched a horse in the nose.)
So as best as I can tell, it was a compliment; that he thought I would probably do well at keeping unruly animals under control.
I think I rather approve of instilling the sentiment that I’m the sort of person who could punch a horse in the nose.