Checked the thermometer on me after the horse. With mere wipe of my fingers.
(VERY high temp on the horse and I wanted to make sure the thermometer was working)
Vet laughed but appreciated the length I was willing to go to help my horse.
Don't think I'd go that far....
As for crazy, that's the story of my life! I'm up at 5 on school days to go to the barn, clean stalls for my 7 horses, give water, feed, soak Excel's abscessed foot, and come inside and get ready to be picked up by the bus at 6:30. After school, same routine. I get calls on a regular basis at school from my mom, asking about Excel's lameness or worming schedules or questions from the farrier on a particular horse's farrier history.
Last night, we ran out of hay, so my mom and I drove to the farmer's barn at midnight to stack hay on the roof of the explorer for their dinner.
My teachers all know I'm insane. They also know all the names of my horses, the assignments to make specific rules for that do not include horses (yesterday my Spanish teacher gave us an assignment....drawing someone from our family and describing them. She specifically told the class that horses were not allowed