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Apparently Nurse Angry’s penchant for clarinet music is not a provocative subject. Either that or nobody is paying attention, which is a more likely explanation.

Now for something almost completely different.
Nurse Angry led a  jympa class the other day and had to endure the  same ugly discussion about volume. According to the one person who complained, it was too loud and was the first time ever that she needed to use earplugs. Nurse Angry finds this hard to believe. And instead of thanking Nurse Angry for a new experience (Nurse Angry has herself used earplugs on occasion- don’t forget them if you are at all hungover and go to a class) she seemed…angry. Which Nurse Angry could at least relate to.

There are rules for volume at Friskis&Svettis. If you actually read them you will see that  it is ok for the ear to be yellow. And if it  blips up on red or even is red for a while it does not mean that your hearing is  being destroyed. If you complain because the ear is sometimes red you will AT BEST bore the leader. Green is not a sign that the music is ok, it just means that the hall is full of Swedish people who are not talking to each other. Nurse Angry has seriously considered saying when she thinks the music level is too low at other people’s classes, but decided it was not a friendly thing to do.

Nurse Angry would like to make a statement, just in case anybody out there is paying attention:

She likes it loud. As loud as is permitted. The energy necessary to inspire other people to jump around and sweat comes from THE MUSIC.

And when it comes to jympa, don’t just like it. Love it or hate it. If you love it, come back, if you hate it, go to a different class.

Just so you know, after that ONE person complained, THREE said they thought the volume was perfect. So there.

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.