So about an hour ago i'm messing around trying out some new exercises and such and one of my former pt clients (Amanda) comes in to work out. She is very hypoglycemic. Shes had trouble in the past when exercising, even when taking the necessary precautions beforehand. Today was not a good day for her to exercise...about 15 minutes into her workout she goes pale, starts wabbling and nearly faints...I go help her and get her a snack. she hangs out for about 10 minutes and then says she's ok and resumes her workout. it wasn't a good idea as it ended with he same result. She then runs into the bathroom and i believe she got sick. About 5 minutes later she comes out and does'nt look good at all, still very weak in the legs and a blank stare on her face. She say's i think i'm just gonna go home now. I'm like ok, you be careful and i'll see you tommorow. But, as she's walking out the door i decide not to let her drive home and convince her to let me take her.

We get to her house, i walk her up to the front door and make sure she is ok. So, just my luck, her husband pulls up as i turn away from the door saying goodbye. At first i didn't know who it was (bc he parked in the street, not in the driveway) but it only took a split second for me to figure out who he was. The look on his face was a dead give away lol. He started walking towards me really pissed off like (of course) and i'm like "wait a minute bro, it's not what you think" but i'm sure he didn't hear me and he was sizing me up, ready to fire at will. The closer he got, the more of my explanation he heard and the bigger i became. so i'm thinking "oh crap, if this little guy is gonna try to kick my ass he must have a weapon" (or something) then i guess he heard me say his wife was really sick bc his attitude totally changed... and his body language told me he was'nt coming after me anymore. I then told him what was up and that his wife probably needed him and that its a good thing he showed up...he then thanked me and went inside...

I normally don't get scared in a confrontation but i could only imagine what he was thinking and he had every right to think it. I knew that if i was in his shoes it would have been a beat his ass to a bloody pulp by any means necessary and ask questions later...and honestly, i was a little scared..