I am usually really open about my band. All of my family and close friends now know. Quite a few coworkers know. Even some of the people in my running group who I BARELY KNOW, know that I am banded. I'm an open book kind of person anyway, so being open about this is really nothing new.
I surprised myself yesterday though.
I was WAYYYY overdue for my annual eye exam, my contact prescription has been expired for about 6 months, so I finally made an appointment to see a new opthalmologist at my office. This was a tough decision because the last time I went to this Opthalmology practice, I despised every minute of it... every member of the staff was rude, abrasive, late, etc. So I decided I'd give them another try with a different doctor and I'm quite glad I did. I loved him as a doctor, and he was easy on the eyes too (pun about him being handsome AND an eye doctor intended).
When the nurse took me back to a room, she asked for an update on my medical history and I blatantly decided not to tell her about my band. First I asked if she meant medical history related to my eyes, she said no, any medical history. I told her I went off metformin (which I had been taking for Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, not the usual indication-diabetes). She kept probing for any other medical update and I just refused to tell her.
I'm not sure why?
"My band has nothing to do with my eyes."
"It's none of their business."
"It isn't going to hurt to omit this."
All of those thoughts kept swimming in my head, so I was ACTIVELY choosing not to tell her. I have only done that a few times since surgery-mostly with coworkers.
Just a strange thing to think about I guess. I have no idea why I didn't want to tell her.