I once had three students in one class who were all named José. For the purpose of avoiding confusion, I asked if it would be alright if I called them Hose-A, Hose-B, and Hose-C and they all loved the idea.
This is a true story. The day they were all absent and I got to ask the class “Where my Hoses at?” was a red letter day in my life.
This is the correct answer. The first time it cramped, my wife was begginge to stand on it as I massaged it while screaming in agony. The second time it happened she wasn’t home, so I decided to just try what she had told me to do a d poof the pain disappeared.