Truck Driving for me. It’ll feel cool for probably a half-hour for me, to be driving something big. Until my worry of having to meet things in timely manners start kicking in and my anxiety to make sure information going all directions are right enough for easy deliveries.
Not to mention, how stupid easy it probably is for a eighteen wheeler truck to topple over in bad weather.
I could never do most medical care jobs. About the only thing I could do is work in the pharmacy, and even then they sometimes have to give people vaccinations. I might be able to do that but that’s still pushing my general squeamishness.