Well I am back from assignment in Virginia, and I am at my main office in New Jersey. Major changes in my daily routine usually leave me feeling uneasy, maybe more like restless. So I am doing a lap around the office, which consist largely of unscheduled appearances in my partner’s offices to shoot the s*it as it were, to catch up on office politics and new layoff rumors and who did what to whom and like this. I can waste almost half a day in a lap, one would get the suspicion that I like to BS =)
I found most of my friends were out of the office that day, and so I decide to go get a cup of coffee. I met my friend John in there; I did some design work for him up in Boston a couple years ago and helped him out of a real jam and so we are workplace friends. As we are talking I see his insulin pump – it’s a minimed just like mine. Lately I have been putting my pump in my pocket, more discretely out of site although it’s no secret for me, I don’t think I ever talked about it in front of my friend John.
I wanted to ask him how long he’s been hooked up – I wanted to BS a little about diabetes and see how he’s doing. Since I put my pump on I have had many, many conversations about diabetes in the strangest of situations. Sometime the conversations went well; sometimes they were awkward and embarrassing.
I decide to let it go. I think it was because I sometimes don’t want to talk about it. I tell myself I can’t be sure about his feelings. We turn and go back to our offices.
So what do you think? Am I chicken, tired, burnt out, was it cool or did I miss a chance?