As far as I know there is nobody at work who knows that I’ve donated a kidney to Blokey other than the two bosses who interviewed me and under whose supportive role umbrella I fall. Oh, and the nurse.
This isn’t intentionally deliberate; I haven’t added anyone at work as a friend on Fb – which is where I tend to occasionally brag, but not really – and it’s not the sort of thing that comes up in conversation, even the sort of conversation where people are discussing their ill spouses/children. I feel that it’s a private matter and besides, I never know how to respond to the gushing and the hero worshipping that it all entails.
Yesterday we had some Mental Health training and one of my colleagues (she’s not yet a friend as I’ve only known her for a few weeks and rarely see her) needed a pen. I dug around in my bag, found one lurking in the bottom amongst crumbs and packets of sweeteners and handed it to her.
This is the conversation which followed:Her: *notices logo on pen* Oh, how do you know <insert company name here/>? KatieF: Oh, my husband works there. Her: *laughs* So does mine! KatieF: *cringes* Her: What’s your husband’s name? KatieF: *tells her* Her: Oh, I’ve heard my husband mention him. KatieF: *says something random about how he’s the longest serving member of staff* Her: Probably, I don’t really remember.
I expect she’s gone home, mentioned me and now knows. This irks me. I doubt she’ll say anything, but it still irks me. Actually if she doesn’t say anything it will irk me even more because I won’t know if she knows.
This is the conversation I had with Blokey later, whilst we were waiting for the GasMan to fix the heating:KatieF: Do you know <insert name of colleague’s husband here/>? Blokey: Yes, he’s the chap who I keep on the right side of because I’m convinced that one day he’ll go postal. KatieF: Oh. His wife is quite sweet.
Blokey had his clinic last week. We haven’t heard anything so all must be good. He’ll go back in February and then may even go down to three-monthly visits rather than two.
Huzzah! Life is splendid.
(Day 423, NO DIALYSIS!!!)