My manager at work is really nice… I called her today to let her know that I have another doctor’s appointment tomorrow, and we chatted for a bit. She told me not to come in at all until they figure out what’s wrong with me and how to fix it. She’s okay with my not coming in. In fact, she would much rather I not come in, just in case I’m contagious and I give it to everyone else at the office right before Christmas Vacation.
So I’m staying home until I know what’s wrong, and what I have to do to treat it. I go in to find out about the blood tests tomorrow. I honestly hope they find something… the last time I had blood tests done, they didn’t find a thing wrong with me, but I was sick as hell for a month… and back then, I worked retail, so I didn’t have a boss who would send me home when I was sick, or let me stay home for a week at a time.
That whole conversation makes me feel better about staying home. I don’t feel guilty about it anymore. This is good.