I almost completely lost my temper at work today. It got so bad that I Twittered this phrase:
is there diabetic immunity if you beat someone up for making a stupid diabetes comment?
My work is sponsoring free ice cream once a week with rotating flavors. For as long as I can remember I have had a very specific favorite. I am so passionate about this combination that I included a picture of it in my diabetes365 project.
In case you can’t tell from the picture, it is chocolate and cookies and cream. I even found out when I posted this picture that in Singapore they have an ice cream flavor that is chocolate with Oreo chunks in it – perfection!!
As luck would have it, today’s ice cream was this exact combination. I was beyond excited.
During lunch I was eating lunch with a group of people, including a new single *ahem* male employee. I was telling them about this ice cream combination – yes I am that passionate about it.
Another employee, actually the person responsible for sponsoring the ice cream, stops by the table and asks me what I am talking about. When I tell her, her response is,
And this coming from the diabetic!
So I respond with, “Do you want to have this conversation now, because we can have it.”
The rest of the table gets very quiet. They are my friends and they know I am upset.
However, this lady doesn’t get it. She laughs, turns to the new guy and says,
No. She is diabetic. She shouldn’t be having ice cream.
I repeat looking straight into her eyes, “Do you want to have this conversation now, because we can have it.”
Awkward silence. And then lunch was over so the group at the table starting getting up to head back to our offices. I turned to one of my friends and told her how mad I was. She says (this is classic!), “I know, because you can have ice cream just like the rest of us as long as you dial it in**”.
Don’t get me wrong. I am not shy about my diabetes. I seem to be the go-to person at work when someone has a diabetes question or is newly diagnosed. My friends know almost as much about my control as I do. Sometimes they watch dLife with me on Sunday nights. We talk insurance, we talk complications, we talk about just about everything. I obviously write a diabetes blog. I am about to start helping my local JDRF chapter with some activities for Type 1 adults.
I was not mad because she mentioned something about diabetes. I was mad because she knows me and she knows better. I know she has a working knowledge about diabetes and I know that she knows what she said was inaccurate. She was just trying to be funny, and it wasn’t. And she had no business ‘outing’ me to a new coworker. That was the whipped cream on the sundae (as it were) that pushed me over the edge.
I am still waiting for her apology, but I think I will be waiting a while.
**”Dial it in’, defined here is a phrase my mom coined about pumping, because… well… because there are just so many dials on the current insulin pumps! 🙂