I’m not a nurse, but worked as a caregiver. I was at a fantastic summer birthday party for a much-celebrated octogenarian. My friend Ken, an older gentleman with Muscular Dystrophy (MS) was also attending. At the party, outdoor booths and seating areas all bordered around a 150-foot area left open for dancing. Some of the booths were for food, drinks, face-painting, beer-pong, trampoline, bouncy-castle, dizzy-baseball, music, etc., and I was in charge of a booth gathering signatures on a giant six-foot birthday card.
Crossing directly across the open field was the best way to short-cut across the party. It was a lot less steps to cross directly through the center rather than walk all the way around the circle, especially if you were disabled. My friend with MS, Ken, cane in one hand and a beer in the other, began the 150-foot journey across the open circle to get to the other side.