Boss: "Do you not want to take sick time to help deal with this, physically? Or do you just not have any to take?"
Me: "I really don't have any. The appointments themselves are taking up all of my sick time!"
Boss: "When's your appointment today?"
Me: "Two. I'll eat at my desk to make up an hour, if that's okay..."
Boss: "Sure. Which appointment is this one?"
Me: "General practitioner. The neurologist can't figure out why I'm still losing weight, so they've told me that I need to go to a GP. They did tests on liver, kidney, and thyroid, but they're still stumped..."
Boss: "Well, those are the big ones..."
Me: "Yeah. I'm relieved to know that it's not that."
Boss: "Still... is there a way we could work a little time off to help you get some rest?"
Me: "Well, I've thought of short-term disability - but the semester's about to start."
Boss: "That's right... the timing would be terrible."
Me: "Yep. I mean, I could take lunches at my desk so I could leave early when I need to..."
Boss: "That's not good for you... I don't know. We'll think about this."
Is good that she is concerned.
Sucks that it's so obvious that my body isn't coping.
Ray of hope in the idea of short-term disability... or going part-time (but over 30 hours so's not to lose benefits) for a couple of weeks maybe. Less money, but I'm confident that my parents would help us meet our expenses for a brief time.
It's just... good to know that I don't have to Iron-Man it all day, that my issue is acknowledged and assistance is being considered.
And she's a little freaked out that they have me on so MUCH medicine. "Have they weighed you? Don't they understand how small you are? That's so much medicine!"