Well, I've been away from the Big Red Bullseye for 2 months now, and I just called 'em and said maybe 3 or 4 months more.
Back in June, I started to realize that I wasn't pulling my weight, exactly, at work. Well, I was a trooper, and busted my ass--little did I know I was actually working myself to death. I at least thought my experience and know-how would make up for my lack of speed, but anyone who works Logistics at the place knows that just doesn't cut it.
So I was working softlines unpack for the last time. I had a repack almost totally full of men's jeans, and I about lost it. It was when I'd started to push Men's Basics when my supervisor said I didn't have to stay if I didn't feel good. I told CW who'd been putting up with me that I was leaving and that "I hope I don't have to go into the hospital."
Damnit.
I ended up in the emergency room, and soon after I'd had some kind of EKG done they put me in an ambulance (800 dollars) (I've no insurance) and brought me to a rather swank hospital.
I'd had kidney failure. They gave me tons of blood, stayed for 5 days. They didn't know what was wrong, sent me home to outpatient care.
One week later, I was back for another 4 days. Diagnosis, after the big "C" word was thrown around: Sarcoidosis. BIG BIG relief.
Yeah, well, I'm in for about 15,000. And I've been really pressured, especially with these meds and my disease causing mental confusion, to fill out shitton of forms to get medicaid and disability.
So Bullseye is really taking care of me for some of my pay, which helps a lot. And they've been great.
But here I am at home, bored out of my skull, with blood sugar numbers in the 400's (it's been 600) due to the prednisone I'm taking--and that makes me sicker. But in order to treat the disease, it has to be done. And so I have to take diabetes class.
Which I had beaten (!) through, get this, a 50 pound weight loss I had incurred during my illness. People at Bullseye never noticed, never said a word. Friends, don't ignore your coworkers. Maybe they thought I was dieting--don't know. But you'd think someone would have remarked on it. My arms got stick thin, and my thighs have sagging skin in hidey-places. I really dropped a lot of weight! So the diabetes all but goes away! BUT then they put me on this drug, and bingo, I'm some kind of sugar fiend or something.
Anyway, it's been nice to be away from the SC's, I dream about work sometimes, but this is not my recommended way to vacation OR weight loss!
Back in June, I started to realize that I wasn't pulling my weight, exactly, at work. Well, I was a trooper, and busted my ass--little did I know I was actually working myself to death. I at least thought my experience and know-how would make up for my lack of speed, but anyone who works Logistics at the place knows that just doesn't cut it.
So I was working softlines unpack for the last time. I had a repack almost totally full of men's jeans, and I about lost it. It was when I'd started to push Men's Basics when my supervisor said I didn't have to stay if I didn't feel good. I told CW who'd been putting up with me that I was leaving and that "I hope I don't have to go into the hospital."
Damnit.
I ended up in the emergency room, and soon after I'd had some kind of EKG done they put me in an ambulance (800 dollars) (I've no insurance) and brought me to a rather swank hospital.
I'd had kidney failure. They gave me tons of blood, stayed for 5 days. They didn't know what was wrong, sent me home to outpatient care.
One week later, I was back for another 4 days. Diagnosis, after the big "C" word was thrown around: Sarcoidosis. BIG BIG relief.
Yeah, well, I'm in for about 15,000. And I've been really pressured, especially with these meds and my disease causing mental confusion, to fill out shitton of forms to get medicaid and disability.
So Bullseye is really taking care of me for some of my pay, which helps a lot. And they've been great.
But here I am at home, bored out of my skull, with blood sugar numbers in the 400's (it's been 600) due to the prednisone I'm taking--and that makes me sicker. But in order to treat the disease, it has to be done. And so I have to take diabetes class.
Which I had beaten (!) through, get this, a 50 pound weight loss I had incurred during my illness. People at Bullseye never noticed, never said a word. Friends, don't ignore your coworkers. Maybe they thought I was dieting--don't know. But you'd think someone would have remarked on it. My arms got stick thin, and my thighs have sagging skin in hidey-places. I really dropped a lot of weight! So the diabetes all but goes away! BUT then they put me on this drug, and bingo, I'm some kind of sugar fiend or something.
Anyway, it's been nice to be away from the SC's, I dream about work sometimes, but this is not my recommended way to vacation OR weight loss!
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