The scene: Alexis is going “gym shopping” in hopes of finding a workout facility closer to her home. It’s Sunday morning at 10am, and she’s just walked in to a local gym specializing in kickboxing and MMA. Her hopes and spirits are high, but her blood sugar is a little low, so in the interest of safety, she decides to disclose her ‘betes to the instructor of the class she’s about to take.
Me: “Ok great, I’m so excited to take your class. Just so you know, I have Type 1 diabetes and I….”
Fitness Instructor (who could physically be confused for the Incredible Hulk, but mentally confused for…a toaster): “Awwww whoaaaaaaa! Diabetes?!?? Well I’m CPR certified but if you go all weird on me I’m calling 911 and getting the heck outta here! Hahaha!”
Me: “Um. Right. So CPR won’t help you with a diabetes emergency. But calling 911 would be a good start. Anyways you don’t have anything to worry about – I’ve never had an emergency at the gym, but occasionally I need to come off the heavy bag and check my blood sugar, ok?”
Fitness Instructor: “I give one water break about half way through the class.”
Me: “Yeah. Um. Ok. So let me see if I can explain this better: In order to PREVENT an emergency, sometimes I have to check my blood sugar in the middle of class. I won’t wait for a water break to do it. Ok?”
Fitness Instructor: “Do you have to prick your finger with the little thingy?”
Me: “Yes. That’s a glucose meter. It measures the amount of sugar in your blood.”
Fitness Instructor: “I saw this commercial on TV that says you don’t have to get the blood anymore and stab your finger. It checks it without blood. Why don’t you get one of those?”
Me: “That sounds…really cool. I’ll look into it. I’m going to go warm up now….”
Alexis did not join that gym. But she does continue to patronize Comedy Hour at this gym on a regular basis.