As I am still on LOA and my future employment is very much in the hands of everyone else, I am at this point not mentioning dates & specific facts lest my employer use this somehow against me. As they say, it isn’t paranoia if it’s real!
We were having a typical weekend, preparing for our social function, when IT happened. IT being the knowing that I am getting sick. Now, sometimes I have to wait a few days & find out I am just a little tired. I had been living for the weekend for months, but could no longer put my body back in order by Monday at this point. Six months of mania had passed, and I had personally had several minor infections. With me, however, no infection is minor & I had acted on the matter post haste.
Now it was a lovely weekend, and I knew. Not only did I know, I knew it was a Big One. Not only did I know it was a Big One, I already knew I would be calling in sick the following week. This is from someone who thinks that calling in sick is a generally wimpy thing to do. I had come in many days with more symptoms than anyone could care to imagine, and I found my coping skills to be nothing short of miraculous. I also survived listening to The Whiner talk endlessly about her allergies. Now, I believe very honestly that God will not give you more than you can handle, so apparently this individual who is in her 50’s can’t handle very much. Give it a rest, already! I’m over here typing with one hand & waiting all day to use the bathroom because I can’t walk that far to the bathroom more than once in a day. But I digress. . .
I even contacted my physician to let him know that I was having a setback, but it was not a big deal. I can’t remember how I figured out that if I was going to be gone more than a certain # of days it would turn into LOA. Thankfully I learned that quckly, a case manager was assigned, and I was told to make an appointment with my physician asap. Darn it! I thought I had gotten out of that visit quite nicely, thank you very much.
leave of absence
