The thing I love and hate about my job is that when you’re sick, you can’t take an easy day and knock out some mindless tasks.
Have you ever tried teaching a year 9 class with a high blood sugar, after a day of brain fog and feeling like you’re wading through mud? Trying to keep 15 year old boys on task in French is really hard when you want to vomit.
People with working bodies would say “take a day off”. But if I took a day off every time my body rebelled against me, I would be at home more than I would be at work. This high stayed around all day, I couldn’t budge it and it’s still hovering around 20.
Sick days for chronically ill people aren’t “sick” days, they’re “oh dear god I cannot actually function, I would be a threat to everyone at work” days. My workplace is amazing and so understanding, but as someone with a very strong work ethic, I refuse to let my pancreas dictate what I can achieve, unless I’m literally in DKA and cannot function.
I’m so lucky to have a condition that’s manageable, but I really wish I could pick the timing. 5pm today would have been better body, not bang on 8.55am.
Screw your pancreas, all I wanted was a cruisy Thursday.