Monday was hell. I had been gone from work for 3 days, but it seemed like forever. I had cases to catch up on, calls to return and new cases to deal with. I hit the ground running and really never got a break.
At one point my supervisor came in and asked me how I was doing. I was honest and said that I was sore. Then I blurted out that I had a gastric band put in. Right then and there I understood it. How odd and awkward it is to tell someone what procedure I had. I get why the people in my life who've had it don't want to tell. I get how weird it is to tell people that you work with or that you motorcycle with or whatever that you had this done. It's as if I told them my my whole weight history with just one sentence.
Most of the people at work know because I've been honest about it. It's not a secret, but I'm not broadcasting it either. I need to figure out what to say to clue people in so that if it comes up I can be honest, but not awkward.
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