Aka, That Time I Was Fucktarded.
I was going to try to get all fancy with electrical diagrams and stuff, but instead let's talk simply about the dipshit thing I did last night.
Let me go backwards first, though. I had annual fasting blood work first thing in the morning. I'm all excited about healthcare, but, for whatever reason, blood work fucks up my day. I was that kid in high school who almost fainted giving blood, but not because I'm gushy about blood. I'm just greedy about my personal resources, I guess.
By the time I got home, I was done. Exhausted. Went to lay on my bed for a minute, woke up an hour and a half later. Finally dragged myself out to the barn to visit the kiddo.
He's pastured in the back forty right now, probably because he screams for the mares every time he rediscovers them. Anyways, previously, we went through a different pasture to get to the back pasture. Now, I go through the big pasture to get to him. All of this is to say that there is a slip-through and I love it. I normally disconnect the hot wire, grab his halter, slip the superfluous bit of the chain off the holder and dip under the hot wire connector. No problemo.
Last night, though, I derped in two magical ways, which just made the experience that much more lovely:
I held on to the chain and didn't dip low enough.
And my wonderful, stupid self became a fun conduit for the electrical fencing. I lost my breath, my jaw slammed shut, and I petered back out the way I came, clutching my head. I texted D pretty promptly and he broke it down for me.
So instead of doing the little petty thing I'd planned on (bareback ride through the woods), I parked myself on a lawn chair and watched my pony eat.