Ok, I guess I dont need to exercise for a few days. My inner nurse that I didnt know was inside me has been released and taking care of my mom is hard work. (besides the fact that I'm having to do the household stuff that she wouldnt let me do before because I dont do it the "right way")

Now I know why I didnt go into nursing like everyone else in my family did. (grandpa, an aunt, my dad, an uncle, several cousins were all nurses and an x-ray tech and a paramedic who also became a respiratory therapist thrown in for good measure...my mom was even an ambulance attendant in the Army in the 60s)

The gene responsible for making a person want to go into a medical field skipped me...and my sister. Thank goodness. I dont think I could do this kind of work every day. Hopefully my mom will heal soon so I wont be a pretend nurse for much longer than the next 3 months.

I think this also explains why I've not had children too. Taking care of someone is hard work. Good thing my dad is here to throw medicine at her and feed her and hose her down in the shower.

Once her arm is healed, I think my dad and I need to take a couple of vacations.