Diabetes makes me hate awkward conversations at work. Well, when I did work, before the accident, one of my supposed friends stopped me in the kitchen and being a rather warm day I had on a sleeveless shirt and I had a pod on my arm. She made a huge deal about how awful it was, and wasn't there some place I could hide it, and despite educating her, her main point was that I was (while wearing my pancreas on my sleeve) making a huge fashion faux-pas that no one enjoyed seeing.) It really turned my stomach. She has no idea what it's like to need to give your other sites a rest, and overall I felt like a high school geek trying to explain to the cheerleader why I prefer my comfortable sneakers to high heels. It made me see how she really felt about people in wheelchairs, or with cochlear implants, or other medical devices. And glad that I'm not really compatible with her as a friend.