I waved goodbye gaily to office life in 2013, glad to embark on new adventures in freelance world.
There’s a lot to be said for freelancing, not least the ‘free’ bit. I love being in charge of my own scheduling. But the pay… ah, the moolah just isn’t to be found, folks. You’re undercut all the time by global competitors who can afford to write for tiny sums or people in your own country who do it for free as a hobby. Argh.
Anyway, I started a new part-time job in April, working in a communications role on a project at Glasgow University—a worthwhile project and the chance to add a regular income. The equal opportunities form asked if I had a disability. I ticked the ‘no’ box. It also asked if I had a chronic health condition. Er…no?
Okay, I get that I do, but until my thirties, I thought all I had was diabetes. When someone pointed out it is a chronic health condition, I was stunned. No, really. I know that sounds like a “duh” moment, but diabetes hadn’t caused me much hassle. Calling it a chronic life condition felt a bit like I was straying into hypochondriac territory.
Back to my new office job. I decided to be a grown-up and tell my colleagues about my condition, instead of sneakily eating jelly babies at my desk and hoping they didn’t notice. It’s not that I don’t want to tell folks; I just I hate drawing attention to it.
I introduced the subject at a team meeting in a round-about way. Did my new colleagues know of anywhere on the campus where I could offload spare medical gear , I asked. (And benefit others at the same time by recycling my stuff. See what I did there?)
They suggested places. I’d told them I was a diabetic by default.
Next up—the hypo talk, where I explain what a hypo looks like and why I’m a stingy jelly baby hogger, instead of offering them around.
2 thoughts on “Office Etiquette with Diabetes”
I found over the years that if I get almost instant understanding if I pull out the red Glucogon box, show off the needle and in about one instant all my cool co-workers instantly understand. It is almost the second best thing to seeing me naked on the floor sweating like I am in a black box in the middle of the the Sahara desert. (yeah its better than that for sure)
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Yes, I think I need to wait until we’re much better acquainted until I let my colleagues discover me on the floor, not naked but definitely sweating… 🙂