Today was a tiny bit weird.
I'm taking a CNA class right now (random, I know . . . my major is Sociology), and we were passing off skills today. The skill of the day was transfers. Transfers basically just mean moving someone from a bed into a wheelchair, or another bed . . . or sometimes just another part of the same bed.
For some reason, I was volunteered to be the person being transferred toady. I am still trying to figure out the logic of this decision. I am 5'10", and probably not the easiest person to lift.
One by one, my classmates took turns lifting me out of a hospital bed and moving me be in different positions.
By the time the last guy in our class came over to pass off his skill on me, I was ready to be done. I was tired from trying to help my classmates move me around, and just felt like maybe this guy was strong enough to do it by himself.
I was wrong.
This guy comes over to me, and starts lifting me out of the bed. To do this properly, one of his arms was placed under my shoulders, and the other was cradling the underside of my thighs. This is kind of awkward already, but I was basically used to it after having 18 other people do it to me before him.
The guy starts lifting me up, and loses his grip. He re-adjusts by moving the arm cradling my under-thighs a little lower. As he lifts me up this time, my pants come with him.
"Uh. Hai class. I hope you like my underwear."
Basically, 18 practically strangers saw a lot more of me than I had planned on sharing with them today. And by today, I mean ever.