I Fought the Treadmill . . .

by Alli

After I had to postpone my yearly treadmill stress test, then my doctor’s office having to postpone the next one, and then realizing that I had a hair appointment the exact same day as the rescheduled appointment, I breathed a big sigh of relief when I realized I could make the hair appointment and the doctor’s visit.

If one of those appointments would have had to be rescheduled, it would have been a no brainer!  The treadmill would have been postponed in a New York minute!  Nothing comes between this girl and her hair appointment!

Do you know how hard it is to get back into the rotation if I ever had to (God forbid) cancel my appointment with my hair stylist?  I shutter to even think about it. It’s one of the top 100 salons in the country according to Allure magazine.  Just ask daughter #1 how hard she had to fight to get back in after she had to cancel.  No, thanks!

Back to I Fought the Treadmill . . .

This was not my first rodeo!  And I knew I couldn’t eat anything for 4 hours before the test. (Big question:  Why do they always schedule it in the afternoon?)  It makes more sense to me to schedule it first thing in the morning so that I don’t have to starve all day long!  But, then again, I’m no expert . . .

There’s also that little business of no caffeine the day before.  I drink decaf, oh, wait, no decaf either!  Dang!

And I know to wear comfortable, loose clothing and comfortable shoes.  I remember my first treadmill test as if it were yesterday.  I bought the cutest outfit (yes, a treadmill stress test calls for a new outfit) to go with my running shoes and I was all set.

Until the treadmill girl (that’s what I call the person running the treadmill test.  The other girl is called the ultrasound girl – I’m not really up on titles) informed me to go into the ensuite bathroom (lol) and take off my top and my bra!

Excuse me!  You expect me to “almost run” on a treadmill without my sports bra?  Hello!  But like a sheep being led to the slaughter, I complied.

This time I was ready!  I left the sports bra at home and just wore a regular one because I knew it was coming off and that too big and too ugly hospital gown was going to cover up my cute jogging shorts.

At least you could see my shoes!  And, may I add, that the treadmill girl and the ultrasound girl loved my shoes and wanted to know where I got them, etc.  Yes, I’ll show them to you!  They are light as a feather and my all time favorite running shoes – GoRun Skechers – and don’t tell anyone, but I don’t run.  I walk.  So I guess that would make them my all time favorite walking shoes that are made for running.

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First of all, treadmill girl attaches all the leads to my torso, etc.  Then ultrasound girl comes in, has me lay on my side on the table that’s conveniently parked next to the treadmill and she takes a zillion pictures of my heart leaving trails of that gloopy gloop stuff all over.  Yuck!

I have to breathe in and hold, breathe out and hold, stop talking (yes, she had to chastise me and tell me to stop talking) and stop fidgeting. Note:  And here I was wondering if she was still in high school and maybe working part time because she looked far too young to be running things.  Back to fidgeting:  I didn’t realize my right hand was fidgeting with the side hemline of my shorts.  Undoubtedly it makes a difference on the ultrasound!  Who knew?

The Treadmill

After the first ultrasound, treadmill girl has me start the warm-up on the treadmill.  The incline is already really high, in my never-asked opinion, and I have to hold to the side bars for dear life (they actually make you hold on to the side bars) and every 3 minutes the treadmill incline gets steeper (or is it more steep?  I think steeper will suffice) and goes faster.

Every time it speeds up I have to look at a chart on the wall in front of me and let them know how hard I’m working.  It was never really too hard, but I had to get my heartbeat up from 73 to 166.  It took a while and every 3 minutes the incline increases, as does the speed, until I thought I was on the stairway to heaven!

Here’s where the fight comes in!

When I reached my target heart rate (yes, I was watching the monitors, too, pretending like I knew what was going down) the treadmill girl counts down from 10-1.  When she gets to 1, I have to turn toward her (my left) with my back against the table, jump off the treadmill onto the table, turn over on my right side and face ultrasound girl so that she can get the ultrasound of how stress affects my heart – and all in 30 seconds!  Piece of cake.  Remember, it’s not my first rodeo!

Except

Somehow treadmill girl (yes, I’m blaming the entire debacle on her because she’s not here to defend herself or dispute my side of the story) got to 1 on her countdown but she didn’t stop the treadmill.  Were my cute shoes blinding her?

Because the treadmill was still going pretty fast and the incline was straight up, when I turned to jump up on the table, Mr. Gravity decided to inform me that what goes up must come down.  I don’t know if I tripped or what, but I fell onto the treadmill (why didn’t treadmill girl turn it off???) and it threw me onto the floor!

I tried to jump up really fast and pretend it didn’t happen. I jumped back onto the table, spun around, laid down on my left side and ultrasound girl did her thing and when she was done, 2 nurses and a doctor had been summoned to check me out!

I kept trying to play off the treadmill burn on my right knee that may or may not need plastic surgery (maybe I’m a little dramatic here) and the treadmill skid marks going all the way down the right side of my leg.  I didn’t even mention the pain radiating from my right arm all the way down the entire right side of my body.  I just kept saying, “I’m OK, really, it’s not a big deal.”  My ego was much more bruised than my body!

I’m not usually a klutz!  I took dance lessons when I was a little girl.  I was a cheerleader from the first grade all the way through high school.  I played basketball in middle and high school.  I tell you, I am not a klutz!

The Next Day

Forget what I said about my ego being much more bruised!  The next day I couldn’t lift my right arm above my head!  My entire right side felt like someone had used me as a punching bag!  The next day was pretty rough, too!

I’m almost back to normal, whatever that is. But,  I fought the treadmill and the treadmill won!

And next year I’ll be ready . . . with an even cuter outfit and shoes! 🙂

Do you have an embarrassing or funny doctor’s visit story?  Do tell and make me feel a little bit better!

I Fought The Treadmill

 

29 comments

Addie June 9, 2014 - 8:31 am

Oh my word lol. This is hilariously written, but I’m sorry you had to fight it! Why must doctor visits be such a battle? I’m glad you won. You go girl!

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 9:19 am

I don’t know! Next time I’m fasting and praying before going to see the doctor! 🙂

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Rebekah June 9, 2014 - 8:51 am

I’m sorry, Mom, but this is still funny! I hate you got hurt but at least you have a funny story to tell. Make sure you tell T Hawke not to press you bruises. He likes to do that sometimes. Lol

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 9:18 am

The carpet burn on the knee that did bleed, BTW, has now scabbed over. It still looks pretty bad! 🙂

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Logan Cantrell June 9, 2014 - 9:44 am

haha Ohh, wow! Bless your heart! That would definitely be something I would do. At least you looked cute?

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 9:08 pm

Yeah, next visit calls for a really cute, really expensive (but on sale) outfit to make up for the fall.

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Louida June 9, 2014 - 10:25 am

Sorry but I had to LOL! Sorry the treadmill won but at least you had cute shoes on! 🙂

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 9:07 pm

It is funny! I was laughing, too!

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Kristen from The Road to Domestication June 9, 2014 - 11:00 am

Oh dear…I’m sorry you were hurt! I would have jumped up just as quick LOL I can’t think of any embarrassing doctor stories, I’m sorry!

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 9:06 pm

I have a friend that actually fell off the exam table once! She thought she had the flu and wasn’t planning on having any more children. When the doctor told her it wasn’t the flu and that she was pregnant, she somehow fell off the table. I guess she was shocked! But she wasn’t hurt, thank God!

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Ricci June 9, 2014 - 11:27 am

First of all I LOVE your shoes!!! I’m sorr you fell but loved that you were able to laugh about it later!! Hope you get to feeling better!!!

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 9:03 pm

Thanks, Ricci! My doctor wasn’t there that day (Friday) and I hope the doctor that was called to check me out doesn’t tell him what happened. 🙂

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Bobbie June 9, 2014 - 11:37 am

That is crazy! Love your shoes at least 🙂

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 9:02 pm

The only saving grace! If you’re gonna fall, do it in style! 🙂

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Kaitlin Rose June 9, 2014 - 11:52 am

I have a nervous laughter habit and certain doctor’s appointments make me beyond nervous. So every time I go to that doctor only women have to go to for those exams only women need, I am so nervous I giggle the whole time even though some of that crap really hurts and I’m always so embarrassed that I get MORE nervous and giggle even more. So every appointment there is embarrassing!

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 9:02 pm

I also get nervous at the doctor’s office. I don’t know why. And I hate those exams. I was trying to laugh my fall off because I was so embarrassed, but I was in pain, too!

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krystalskitsch June 9, 2014 - 12:23 pm

My treadmill is folded up in the corner of my patio. Perhaps that’s a good thing! 😉

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 8:59 pm

I’ve had several treadmills over the years. They just took up way too much room in my bedroom and was usually used for a clothes rack. 🙂

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Anna @ Northern Homestead June 9, 2014 - 12:24 pm

Hope you are feeling better! I’m sorr you fell, good that you were able to laugh about it later. Nice shoes!

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 8:59 pm

It was either laugh or cry, Anna, so I laughed. 🙂

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FabEllis June 9, 2014 - 2:53 pm

LOL! More power to you Alli!

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Madaline June 9, 2014 - 3:47 pm

Omg! You could have been really hurt! But at least you had on really cute shoes that half the ladies who read this post are going to go find (me include!)!! So happy you passed your test!

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 8:58 pm

I love my shoes! I noticed in the pics that they are starting to get worn looking. Maybe I need a new pair . . . 🙂

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Karmen June 9, 2014 - 7:28 pm

You poor thing! I could just see the whole thing happening–especially with your bright shoes! Too funny!!!! My. Word. Talk about road rash! I can’t believe you just popped up so fast! That shows just how not a klutz you are! And brave too. I may have cried a bit. And asked for a wheelchair. Thanks for sharing!

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Alli June 9, 2014 - 8:57 pm

It was humiliating! 🙂

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Crystal June 10, 2014 - 12:02 am

I laughed so hard. I would have pretended I was okay too! I could so see myself doing the same exact thing. So funny! I’m glad you are okay though.

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Kristin June 10, 2014 - 2:06 am

Oh goodness. Good thing you’re ok!

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Shirley Wood June 10, 2014 - 9:40 am

I LOVE the shoes! So sorry that you took such a tumble. My family would be rolling in the floor laughing at me (after they saw no permanent damage). I agree with you, it was her fault for not turning off the treadmill. (she knows that too)
I did have one horrible incident at a doctors office. I threw up. You should have seen how fast that doctor rolled away from me in his chair. It was his fault anyway! He stuck that thing down my throat and didn’t remove it when I started gagging. He should have removed it sooner! I never went back there! (He was an ENT who had removed vocal nodes from my vocal chords)

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Alli June 10, 2014 - 4:37 pm

We were all laughing at me! My family was like, “Really, mom, who does that?” Me, that’s who! And I’m glad you almost threw up on the doctor. Serves him right!!! 🙂

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