Ugh. Don't you hate when people try to convince you to do things you shouldn't do? I'm dieting (and I'm in now way trying to diminish Diabeties here), and my in-laws try to make me drink Bailey's after every Sunday dinner, with dessert on the side. SO annoying.

Yeah, it's not my favourite.

It would be nice actually if they remembered, instead of needing to remind them at every work event--sorry, I only drink diet pop, I'm diabetic; or sorry, but I need to know what's in the food I eat so I can give myself hte right insulin dose, though I'm sure it is delicious.

Doesn't that just burn your britches? I mean, we have a staff member in our office that has dietary limitations and we ALWAYS make sure that we have options at potlucks or office lunches that she can eat. How hard is it to ask?

Wouldn't it be nice if they really remembered WHO YOU ARE? Frustrating! This is the stuff that really irritates me, when my friends just do not get it at all. Four years at the job; such remarkds would really piss me off too, although just like you one tries to explain away all the comments........((((((((hug))))))))) You are not alone, although it may feel like that now!

You oughtta make a cross stitching something or other for your desk, cubicle or wall that says something about Diabites. It's ignoranct that they wouldn't remember and then come to your office and ask and ask. I am happy that you take care of yourself and you stuck to your own lunch.

I'm surprised more people in the office don't drink diet soft drinks anyway--in my office, the diet Cokes are the first to sell out in the vending machine.

Do you eat pizza regularly? I ask because I do, and generally have a good sense of how much to bolus for a particular piece (thin vs. thick slices) and the chips are likely in a bag with nutritional info on the back, aren't they?

Also, (not to hijack your comments section here), I often go to calorieking.com and look up carb counts of assorted items to figure out what to bolus for foods that I'm not that familiar with. Maybe they'd have similar pizza counts for the kind of pizza your company ordered?

Chrissie in Belgium! I think you are my first official Belgian commenter. Welcome!

Lyrehca, I could, and on another day I might have. It was just one of those days when I didn't want to be bothered with the extra hassle.

Hi Andrea,

I am born in the States, but have lived in Sweden for over thirty years, but currently live in Brussels! So I am a total cultural mix, as my spelling shows! Still I am a diabetic since 45 years so I totally know what you are talking about!

I'm banging my head on my desk in sympathy.

I hear you. I only had to deal with blood sugar monitoring for about four months, but I so hear you. Work threw me a baby shower complete with high carb cake and sweets. Thanks guys. I guess my twice daily ranting about gestational diabetes wasn't enough.

I remember going on a company off-site and specifically asking the organizers if there would be food I could eat. Complex carbs (bread or rice or pasta) and low-fat meat and veggies. They assured me that absolutely, I'd be fine.

You know what happened. The meal was white bread and white pasta. The meat was running really behind. The only thing I could eat for most of the lunch was romaine lettuce. Thanks guys!

You know, we *know* you have diabetes, but it really puts the whole disease into perspective (at least for me) when you recount *exactly* what you'd have to do if you strayed. I mean, I knew it was HARD, but that really puts it into focus, you know?

Sorry that the co-workers are completely obtuse. Can you get a small fridge for your insulin and the occasional diet drink? I'm surprised that more people at your office DON'T drink diet sodas. Like Lyrehca said, they're the first ones to go in our machines...

OK. I'm going to have to start paying more attention to your labels, aren't I? That was posted under "Fiction," right?

"Ditto"
Sometimes I can't fit my pump in my pocket so it is clipped on the outside of my pants, you think that would remind them.
Every Monday, we have an office lunch of pizza, iceberg lettuce salad, and chocolate chip cookies and my boss wants us all to participate. Grr...

Miche wins a prize!

For the curious:

Almost everything in the post happened exactly as I said, except that the second conversation was a composite from bits of other conversations instead of a single exchange with a single person.