The situation was not unusual. I walked into the shared bathroom at work and she was there. Yep. The dreaded "she". The woman who just asks way too many personal questions, when all I want to do is my business and get back to work.
Usually her questions are more along the lines of, "Where did you get your dress?" or "How do you get your hair like that?"
Not today though. I was going through my daily totals in my pump in the bathroom, and she caught me, pump in hand, tubing down my dress. In her very odd accent, "OOO What is that?"
The question...the question that although doesn't change, my answers does. If I'd rather just move on in my life, I say it's an Mp3 player. My office shares this bathroom with a dentist's office, so I assumed she would know what an insulin pump was was I answered as if she knew....
"It's an insulin pump."
"Oh...you have diabetes?"
"Oh, so you can't eat anything?!?! But you look so healthy."
OH LORD. Nope. Can't do it today. Normally, I am all for education, but not in the bathroom and not with her.
"I was born with it. It's an autoimmune disease." As I ran out the door. I didn't even get to use the bathroom. I'm not sure why she drove me so crazy. But now I dread going to the bathroom at work, because I wonder if I'll run into her again."
Part of me feels bad that I didn't take the time to explain, but part of me is still more upset about the way she made me feel. That look of sympathy that makes my stomach turn, and the way that from now on every time I run into her, I bet she brings it up.
Do I explain later? Do I never use the bathroom again??
To add to my day...
I felt a little funny, and I knew it was low blood sugar...tested 60...hmm ok.
Plan of action, got the juice from my desk and started to feel better. Moved on with my day. Come after lunch, I'm ready to test...wait...where is my meter??? I SEARCHED EVERYWHERE!!!!
Yep. At the very bottom. I have no idea how it got there.
Thank you low blood sugar...