On The Job, Circa 2000
Setting the stage: At an office building in Oakland County, Michigan. My 20-year old self worked as a budding newspaper reporter in one of my first “professional” gigs.
One minute, I was sitting at an office desk staring at a computer screen.
The next, everything had changed.
I was drowsy. Probably because I'd stayed up late the night before and gotten little sleep. But nothing I couldn’t push aside for the rest of the workday if I just concentrated, stayed busy, and was able to close my eyes for a brief moment to re-focus...
Next thing I knew, my eyes slowly opened to reveal the ceiling. Apparently, I was sprawled out on the carpeted floor in the office. My back to the ground. My boss stood over me, along with a small group of coworkers and some paramedics.
An IV was in my arm, pumping glucose into my system for a quick BG boost to bring me out of the hypo-oblivion.
Next thing I knew, my eyes slowly opened to reveal the ceiling. Apparently, I was sprawled out on the carpeted floor in the office. My back to the ground. My boss stood over me, along with a small group of coworkers and some paramedics.
An IV was in my arm, pumping glucose into my system for a quick BG boost to bring me out of the hypo-oblivion.
Vaguely, I recall someone saying, “I think he has diabetes.”
No, it wasn’t a paramedic (thankfully), but someone from work.
That situation was more than a decade ago, at one of the first places I worked “professionally” as a newspaper reporter even before finishing college with my degree. Back before I had an insulin pump. Before I talked openly about my Type 1 with anyone who might even remotely care. Prior to the days of maintaining good D-Management on a regular basis, but just about the time that I was pushing for “tighter control” before I started on an insulin pump.
No, it wasn’t a paramedic (thankfully), but someone from work.
That situation was more than a decade ago, at one of the first places I worked “professionally” as a newspaper reporter even before finishing college with my degree. Back before I had an insulin pump. Before I talked openly about my Type 1 with anyone who might even remotely care. Prior to the days of maintaining good D-Management on a regular basis, but just about the time that I was pushing for “tighter control” before I started on an insulin pump.
No, I don’t believe I was wearing a medical bracelet or alert of any sort at that time.
Of course, this was one of the last times that I didn’t tell me boss and the people I work with about my Type 1 diabetes. Luckily, the paramedics figured out what was happening after someone summoned them because of the guy passed out on the office floor.
So, this situation came to mind recently when I saw the DSMA Blog Carnival topic for March:
Of course, this was one of the last times that I didn’t tell me boss and the people I work with about my Type 1 diabetes. Luckily, the paramedics figured out what was happening after someone summoned them because of the guy passed out on the office floor.
So, this situation came to mind recently when I saw the DSMA Blog Carnival topic for March:
“Does your employer/school/friends know you have diabetes? Why or why not?”
Clearly, the answer wasn’t always yes. But it has been, since the situation played out as described above. Because if I happen to go Low while at work, I don’t want to leave it to chance that someone will know what’s happening and alert the paramedics. Sure, that would probably happen anywhere that someone passes out on the floor unexpectedly… but you get the point. Knowledge is power.
I’ve not had more than a couple times in the past decade where a Low has come out of nowhere at smacked me senseless while at work. At least, not to the point where I couldn’t recover and manage myself. But if it does, I want those I work around to know what’s going on – that’s only fair.
School also knew, back in the day in the 80s and 90s. For the same reasons. At least a couple of my friends and people I lived with through the years, if not all, got the same information so they could navigate the situation in an emergency.
As for the job, I've let my boss know. Not in the first or even the second interview. But once the job was in place and we'd started - kind of like a disclosure. Over time, others learned just by watching and being around me or by picking up on signals as they happened (like me testing or changing an infusion set at my desk). We have birthday treats and special events with food and sweets, and the fact that I'm a diabetic doesn't come up. It's not awkward. I've had my share of Lows there at the office and also been late or had to leave because of something in my D-Life, but those I've worked with have traditionally been very understanding and flexible.
Still, my goal is to not have this happen at all. So it won’t even matter. I’ve never been discriminated against, and the people I’ve worked with have all been totally cool with having this D-knowledge. Maybe some choose not to share at all – that’s fine. To each their own.
Personally, I know my history and track record on having Lows and want to increase the odds of survival should something unexpected happen despite all my efforts to avoid these situations.
** This post is my March entry in the DSMA Blog Carnival. If you’d like to participate too, you can get all of the information at http://diabetessocmed.com/2012/march-dsma-blog-carnival-2/
Comments
It's cool that you've had good employers who understand and don't make a big deal out of your condition. I know that there are others who aren't so lucky. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for sharing!
However my current coworkers know.