I can not say this enough.
When your shiny new personal trainer sits you down in a preliminary client interview and conscientiously asks you if you have or have had any physical impediments or health issues with which she should concern herself when planning your fitness regimen, THAT is the moment to mention that you are a mere seven weeks post-operative from triple-bypass
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Also, he was totally clueless about why I was expressing a little dismay, there.
The saddest thing? This is not the first time. It happens to trainers at least twice a year. Even when you look the nice client in the eye and explicitly ask about motivations and health, because, hey, Joe Shmo is not looking like someone trying to fine-tune a well-oiled machine.
And, here, have some gender bias: this has never happened with any of my post-cardiac incident women.
Deliver me from pride.
BTW, sorry I didn't call you back last week. I've been living somebody else's date movie. Three birthdays, one wedding, one funeral and a grandmother pecking at me about why it's taking so long to find two perfect condition USED hubcaps for a 1983 Buick Skylark. At a 1983 price. Does she not know that all the other 1983BS' all DIED circa 1997? Hallelujah for eBay.
I promised myself to catch up with your FS/SGA fic this weekend. Can't wait.
PS: Can I interest you in a psycho-dog? She's decided, right now, that she wants to be a 60lb lap dog.
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@@->infinity (@@ being the Buffista-speak for "rolls eyes")
Some people. Yeah, I think there's some ego issues there.
Funeral? I'm sorry.
Saw the middle sib the other day--he had a 14-hour layover between Cleveland and Tokyo, and we got a disturbing datadump on avian flu issues (including a clip of a Discover Channel documentary on the issue he was interviewed for).
If you're not working today, we could talk: I took the day off to putz around the house and clean out my closets.
Happy Good Friday (err, I always wondered if that was an appropriate greeting...)!
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