Yesterday I had a bad hypo at work. We’ve just moved to a new building, and I’d emptied my desk drawer of emergency work sugar, so I asked a colleague to walk with me to my car to fetch my emergency driving sugar. Normally I wouldn’t ask for a chaperone, but I felt pretty bad, and it’s quite a long way to the car park, including crossing a building site. So off we went, but half way there she stopped and asked “is this because you’re afraid of the builders?”! Turns out she’d missed the part where I said my sugar was low, and just thought I was really weird!
I think most of my colleagues forget I’m diabetic 99% of the time!