Wowzers. That's unfathomable. Not to destroy any positive image you may have had of me, but even when I get to the stage where I'm petrified of 'that occasion', I will eventually have to wave the white flag and go down to China Town. There are methods to help alleviate actual contact, but they are but mere flimsy band aides when what you need is anesthesia and stitches, metaphorically. And your system is shit down so things don't really work to facilitate forward motion, like when one perhaps chooses to engage in the gentle practice of Tai Chi or whatever. So, you gotta facilitate things a bit. You've been kissed by a cherub or something to avoid such a debasing scenario, but it still sounds like there was enough audible trauma to leave a lasting impact. That said, I also worked on a cattle ranch for a year in my younger and more strapping days, so perhaps my threshold for dung is a bit more tolerant than your average Joe, Bob, or Enrique. I will pray for you that you live out the rest of your days unscathed by any such 'horseplay' (got it?) again, no pun intended.
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
