This morning Nurse Angry gave up trying to simultaneously read an article about Libya and help her three-year old color Hello kitty.

Instead she went to an exercise class. It was “jympa”, which can only be described as  Swedish social democratic aerobics of a strenuous kind. Nurse Angry understands that this idea may be confusing but has no better explanation to offer. So, she thought she was going to someone else’s class but there were so many people who wanted to do the jympa thing that she ended up “teaching” an extra class at the same time. You can’t say no when Linda asks, so Nurse Angry interrupted a game of Memory (which she was actually winning) to do her duty for the greater cause of jympa.

Just because she is a nurse does not mean that Nurse Angry always makes good choices generally or when it comes to her own health. In fact, it was only after saying yes to doing the extra class that she realized that she had a three-year old with her in the playroom, that she was still getting over a cold, and that she had barely taken more than 10 steps for 2 days. Stiff. Not a good start.

Instead of her usual jympa uniform, Nurse Angry had borrowed a top which was an ugly match with her black pants. Her stomach was hanging out. Her hair was out of control. But the worst was yet to come. She looked at the whole group in the mirror and saw some hideous white legs that not even a mother could love….”Whose legs are those?!”

Sweat and smile, Swedish style.