Its been about 2 weeks. My bones were starting to really hurt from this bed.
"Hello, as you may know your physical training starts today."
I wondered if they were making me do physical training cause of the accident, or because of my problem, maybe both but I was too shy to ask, I didn't know why but I feared doctors in a way, maybe because they control your prescriptions, what you should do and what you shouldn't do, what if they forget something important and get someone killed because of their faulty memory?. I tried to distract myself quickly about it and asked:
"So am I getting personal trainer or what? I don't know much about this."
I chuckled a little bit at the end there, maybe to lighten the mood, this was a very frightening moment for me since I coudn't do gym at school because of my problem, if I got hurt it would just make everything worse. Luckily my room was in a area where cellphones were allowed to be used so I didn't get bored that much. So atleast I could listen to music while I worked out but I worried that the music in there was gonna be too loud. I quickly stopped thinking about it when he started talking again.
"Well here are your clothes that your mother dropped off for you, get dressed and I'll wait for you outside when you're ready."
I quickly got dressed as I didn't want to keep him from working for long, surprised a nurse didn't just direct me there, there might be people in the hospital that need him. He seemed a bit important in this hospital.
It was early in the day though, not a lot of people were here except for nurses and a couple of doctors.
"This lady over here is where you sign in, you have to sign in so your trainer can see your progress and if you enter when you feel like it and how many times a day you will come here"
wow, your trainer. That answered my question that he never answered, maybe he didn't hear me but what streses me more is he said 'how many times a day'. Am I supposed to come here mulitple times a day? Well it could be a good way of making the day pass by but I dont think I can handle that. Thirdly, the lady behind the counter wasn't much of a lady, seemes like a very young woman, nearly my age, is she checking me out? Maybe I do need to work out more if everything is worrying me, maybe she is trying to see what's wrong with me, but wouldn't I do the same thing situation were to reverse.
"Nice to meet you."
That was the girliest voice I have EVER heard, really loud too
"Hi."
I said in a smooth voice, trying to sound as manly as I could without sounding weird, the funny thing is I didn't even try. Was it because I thought she was checking me out? Oh god can I just get out of her sights and get to working out.
"I'll let her show you around, it's early and no one comes in at this hour."
It's a relief that atleast you get an option on what time you wanna show up, can see more clearly why they track everyone by making them sign in.
"what!?"
I said without hesitation, I didn't know her and what if she asked me a question and she would hear my normal voice instead of that sad attempt of a impressive voice I did earlier. This is stressing.
"Follow me please." she said in a professional voice
Maybe I need to talk to girls more like Josh, he's quite the ladies man but he's always a bit too straight forward and impatient. I could learn a thing or two from him.
After the tour was over, luckily she didn't ask me many questions, it appeared my trainer was gonna be about 2 hours late so I decided to warm up a bit for 30 mintues doing light workouts, I didn't know how intense this training was gonna be but in 2 hours I imagine a lot more people will be here by then.
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