LOST: One pint-sized little Korean lady, age 20 and as cute as a button. Last seen putting on her shoes at Hulk's and decked out in training clothes.
Oh wait... found her.
FOUND: One pint-sized sad little Korean lady, age 20 and as sad as a lost puppy. Seen wiping her tears at Hulk's and wanting to change out of her training clothes to go home.
So apparently one of our overly cute Hulkies arrived at training tonight with her boyfriend and her boyfriend's younger brother, as usual, and got ready for training, also as usual. But then all of a sudden she wasn't there. I figured she was still changing but her boyfriend and his brother thought nothing of it and started their stretching and then jump rope. The club was busy and quite honestly you couldn't really tell who was coming and who was going and I started a crossfit class with some select members.
Thirty minutes pass by and then suddenly see appears. Low and behold she's sitting on our front entrance couch with her eyes closed and the large fan blowing her hair all about. "Oh, you like the new fan?" I asked her. She opened her eyes and that's when I noticed her eyes looked a bit bloodshot. "You ok?" Turns out she wasn't ok. Turns out she had gone missing for thirty minutes because she got stuck in one of our bathroom stalls. As frustrating as this story surely was for her, I couldn't help but think it just upped her cuteness through the roof!!! I swung around the juice bar counter and wrapped my arms around her. "I'm so sorry," I told her, "but you're just too cute!!!" Apparently the lock on the bathroom stall had broken (put that on my long list of things to do) and in her desperation to get out she called her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is a new member but he's already well aware of my "cellphone-free-training-zone" mentality I exercise at Hulk's, that being I try to discourage members using their cellphones on the padding mat area of the club. The tiled areas -- the entrance area, juice bar, coaches corner and side office -- are non-training areas so they're cellphone areas, basically. Cellphones are allowed on the club training floor for picture-taking and for exercise-related application use, like timers and exercise programs.
Anyways, so as I was saying, her boyfriend knew not to keep his cellphone on him or keep on ringer mode so while she was calling him he had no idea. What ended up happening was someone walked into the bathroom and heard her crying. They kicked open the door and she was finally free.
In other news, nothing that scores any extra cute points like the story above but one that scored me extra hugs and looks of concern, I got bit by a dog tonight. Yup, bit right on the arm. And whose dog would it be but my own -- Pacquiao. With Pyen Chi having had a shower last night, she was super fresh and clean, smelling all pretty and feeling silky smooth so late in the evening we let her out into the main club area, leaving Balboa and Pac in the pup's corridor.
A former member had come to visit us and he absolutely loves Pyen Chi so the two of them played and ran around the club, causing quite a loud commotion. When it came time for Pyen Chi to return to the pup's corridors, I held her by her chain collar and escorted her right into their back room. That's when Pac lunged at her. He must have been super jealous because he clearly was mad. The two wrestled for a bit but with it being later in the evening and me not wanting that poop-on-her-door-mat lady to yell at me (again), I took it upon myself to break them up. Me lifting up Pyen Chi only made the fight all that more intense as now Pyen Chi, a 5ft girl when standing on her back hind legs, stood towering over Pac. Again he lunged at her so I tried to sway her to the side and that's when I took the bite that was intended for Pyen Chi. I screamed out, Snickers jumped into the pup's corridors and then we both struggled to separate these two dogs. I know both Snickers and I being in there only added fuel to the fight but I wasn't just going to let them fight. They've fought before but seriously never like this. There was a moment though, when I had felt Pac's teeth pierce my skin and I yelled out his name. He suddenly stopped and looked up at me as if he knew he had made a mistake, that he had bitten the wrong person, but then Pyen Chi swung at him and the fight resumed temporarily.
Two of my mini Hulkies were standing outside of the pup's corridors, watching this all go down. I know one of them is already afraid of Pyen Chi so I tried to act as if I was ok and that nothing really had happened. I had been bit though and now my arms was dripping with blood. I didn't know how deep the cut was but I knew enough that there was a possibility of nerve damage and so I went into a bit of shock. My arm started trembling. I tried to talk myself out of the shock, telling myself that I had to get my stuff together because those two little girls were watching, so I turned my back to them and licked the blood trail on my arm. I didn't want them to see the blood.
Snickers tried to convince me that I was ok and that it really was nothing but a little while later when I tried to show someone how to do a release push-up I totally collapsed to the floor. My right arm (the arm that had been bitten) was somewhat numb and lacked muscle strength. This is when I got nervous. My job is very dependent on my body and if my body can't work than my job just can't continue. Twenty minutes earlier I was fine and then suddenly I wasn't -- a bite had changed everything.
Ended up checking into the emergency at the hospital and all they really did was clean it and send me home with a day's worth of pills. Walking into the hospital my hand was just uncomfortable and tight feeling but now, walking out of the hospital, it throbbed. I couldn't use my arm for anything because not only did it lack any kind of power but now it was just too painful to move. I had to get Snickers to help me undress and even to put my headband on so that I could wash my face. And while he may have thought it was cute I am no one to be dependent on someone for help like this. It was such a frustrating end to my evening and don't even get me started on how I tossed and turned in bed... woozers.
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