When the going gets tough, the tough do pushups. I mean.......what the hell else am I supposed to do when I've given Mom the maximum dose of every anti-depressant, anti-anxiety, muscle relaxant pill prescribed to her and she's STILL (emphasis on the STILL) awake, and wailing, and delirious, and trying to get out of bed, and, oh, did I mention WAILING?!
First it was a light workout to "just take the edge off" before bed.
That was around ten-thirty.
Now it's almost one and I'm five sets of twenty pushups into what is appearing to be a futile attempt to burn off steam.
I believe it may be time to re-evaluate my reason for being here.
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