The therapist prescribed some "take it easy, and don't do anything strenuous or symptom-inducing." So, of course I went for a swim at the gym. I've had a gym membership at Genesis throughout all of this, and it was mostly unused from May until now. Someone mentioned I should talk to the front desk and see if I could get my membership adjusted so that my contract could be extended.
What could it hurt to ask? So, after my somewhat strenuous and often disorienting swim, I went to the front desk, and a severe-looking female personal trainer took my name down on a sticky note and walked back to an office. When she returned, her lumbersexual manager was with her and he asked if he could help me.
I explained that I'd not been able to come to the gym because I'd been diagnosed with cancer, and was wondering if my contract could be extended for those months. As I expected, he said he would need some kind of proof. I asked, can I bring in my lab results, or does he need a note from the doctor? The answer was yes. He wanted to see it all. I expected this, but I didn't anticipate that it would feel so humiliating. I showed him my scar, but that wasn't enough. He sees lots of requests like this every day. I explained I was trying to get into the gym, but even now it's hard, because of the vertigo. Just get a note from the doctor, and the lumbersexual will take care of it. And next time, it is important to let Genesis know right away. Talking to this schmuck was the last thing I needed to worry about back in May. I told him, "I had other things on my mind." Seriously, this guy!
I went home and told Kevin. I asked him if he could pull some strings, if I could take advantage of his good standing with the general manager to make the issue disappear. He said he'd talk him. Kevin Saves the Day!
I broke down crying when I told Kevin about it. How I wish things were normal. I wish I wasn't having to tell strangers I need a break because I have cancer. I wish I wasn't so dizzy. And the crying made me dizzy, so I cried some more.
