What a morning.
Early Gym intensive? Check.
Dog leaving me 3 “traps” and my stepping in 1 as i stepped out of the shower? Check.
A LOT of cursing at said dog? Check.
By the time I got into the elevator to go to work, I was saying, “Good Morning” through gritted teeth. A full elevator. I was frantically trying to pull down my dress which was caught on my overflowing laundry bag while still telling my dog he was in BIG trouble. I was completely unaware that the older gentleman to my side was addressing me. I was more concerned with getting Bad Dog on his leash and my dirty laundry not falling around my feet.
The gentleman asked again, “Does that work with your cellphone?”.
Hmmmm?
My Dexcom sensor was right in his line of vision. It’s at the beginning of week 2 and kind of a bedazzled mess (hey I take pride in my bedazzled Dexcom designs and this sensor has lost a few rhinestones along the way. I know this because 2 came off in my second shower this morning… you know, the one AFTER I stepped in the dog trap).
I now had the attention of the other 2 people in the elevator as well. I explained to the man that it’s a Continuous Glucose Monitor. Seeing the blank look on his face, I quickly added, it tells me my “blood sugar”. Still blank.
“I’m diabetic”.
He quickly said he was sorry. And that he didn’t mean to offend me.
We were out the door by this point and I was attempting to explain to him not to be sorry, but I was already losing the laundry bag, Bad Dog was attempting to pee on the front step (!!) and I was fairly certain my favorite, cozy summer dress was pulled-up and flashing my knickers to most of my street.
I kept thinking about it. Was he sorry that I’m diabetic? Dude, me too! Well most of the time, me too. No, he was sorry he asked about my cellphone that is inserted into my arm. Like he displayed bad manners or something. I’m in a sleeveless dress. I’ve got a weird looking sensor in my arm. It’s decorated with multi-colored, multi-sized rhinestones. I’m fairly certain this screams, “Ask me what’s on my arm”. Or it screams, “I’m a girl who likes pink and bling and making stuff”.
I look forward to seeing my neighbor again. I look forward to explaining to him a wee bit more about my Dexcom and how it’s a great way for me to talk about diabetes technology and why that’s important. I then plan to speak into my arm and pretend I’m taking a call to my Mom.
