Dear me, some of my colleagues do like to live dangerously.
Slight change of routine today meant Young Vampire and me were having a late break at a time we're not normally together. YV toddled off to get something and I decide to test my blood sugars whilst I was waiting.
"How's your diabetes these days? All under control?" came from a rarely ever seen colleague sitting across the table. Alas, I was in a Very Bad Mood for reasons unrelated to either Young Vampire or my working day or indeed the totally expected break time number, and therefore I only had the capacity for a death stare response accompanied by a "That's my business, not yours." Had Young Vampire been in the vicinity I might have managed a quick "Fine, thank you."
Still, I have got the message across that standing behind Young Vampire to see the number on the meter then tell me before YV is prepared to declare the result is not on. Nor is asking "Oh, is that high or low?" Me and the Young Vampire, we may tackle this in our own inimitable fashions, but we're in it together with no judgment on the other's numbers or our slightly different ways of dealing with them. (Well, maybe a gleeful comment from YV if mine are unusually high for me!) But, oh boy, my colleagues are really confused by the fact my numbers are no secret from YV, or indeed either of the other 2 insulin-dependent students who I often see at mealtimes, but I won't just tell anyone who casually asks...