I'm so sick of forgetting myself to remember who I am.

I am in such pain. I did mostly nothing all weekend, then I found out my uncle was working on his house today and he was hurting. So, me, being the good Godson I am, I asked if he wanted me to come by. He has sunk like 100 grand into the house for remodeling purposes. The house is nearly done, except for a few things. Like the marble floor. The thing is, it was supposed ot be installed next Monday. But the guy called on Friday and said he would be there tomorrow. So my uncle is trying to save money by ripping up the old tile for the guy. So he went and got a power chisel and went to work on the house. So I was there picking up the tile as he chiseled it out. Then midway through getting that done. They decided they wanted to remodel the bathroom too since everything was already a mess. So we went to work on it...I removed the toilet and the sink and cabinets. That was easy since I have done that stuff before. Getting the tub out wasn't so easy. You have to destroy the walls to get it out. Which to me was fun, he let me go nuts with a sledgehammer. So we got everything out and then I chiseled all the tiles off the wall. My hands ae friggin killing me and they are shaking. And damn it I cut my arm. Of course he cut himself too and I almost threw up. A piece of rogue tile went flying and hit his leg and gashed it. The blood was everywhere. Yech. I hate blood...I am gonna feel this worse tomorrow.