You can have one. Pretty much automatically. Fill in the “excused until” date yourself. Why should I argue? I’m not your boss or teacher. Whatever work/study you miss is your problem. You came in for a one-day sniffle and now you want a note saying that you’ll be out sick until October 2025? I can’t promise there won’t be other consequences for that, but I’ll write you the note. I’m not the Who Is Really Sick Police.
Health care workers being expected to serve as the Who’s Sick Enough To Miss Work Police is such a silly waste of resources and everyone’s time, not to mention forcing germy people to go around exposing waiting rooms to their germs.
If your work sucks enough to make you drag your ass to a medical professional every time you call in, then I don’t care how “sick enough” you are, you probably deserve a fucking day off.
Ever Wondered How Emperor Penguins Survive in Temperatures of
−40°C
?
Their feathers are densely packed, and have in fact the highest contour feather destiny of any bird, allowing them to maintain a constant body temperature of 38°C in freezing waters.
Depsite previous reports that filoplumes and plumules aka.downy feathers, are absent in penguins, new research has found the presence of both feathers in the penguin’s plumage. It was assumed before this that afterfeathers were the sole insulation
component in the penguin’s plumage.
These downy feathers are about four times denser than the afterfeathers of the bird and play a key role in the insulation of penguins.
god there’s something horrid and fantastic about this dense, sinful slice of penguin. This feels like something that should be private. We should thank the penguins for the insight, and then we should gently replace that which we should not have witnessed. This knowledge has a heavy weight
My mother suffers from migraines that are often triggered by scent. This can range anywhere from cleaning products, scented garbage bags, cologne/perfume and so on. As such, she’s had to ask for accommodations in the facility she works. This has included wearing surgical masks, industrial respirators, and having a perfume/cologne free work environment.
Here’s the thing, since receiving the accommodations, my mother has gone to the hospital more than six times for perfume exposure. Why? Because her co-workers deliberately wear excess amounts of perfume or cologne to trigger her migraines because they believe their right to wear perfume outweighs her right to live. This is not an exaggeration, my mother’s doctors have repeatedly stated that any one of these incidents could actually kill her.
Oh, and let me be clear, these are deliberate incidents. These are documented grievances with witnesses. Witnesses who saw co-workers put on perfume before interacting with my mother or workers deliberately crossing in my mother’s work area despite not even working in the area. Workers who have admitted to exposing her on purpose. Even worse, some of those who’ve exposed her are supervisors.
People don’t believe my mother when she says her migraines are triggered by scent. Because they can’t see it, they don’t think it can possibly be that bad. It has taken her literally being hauled off in ambulance for some people to understand the severity of her condition.
Illnesses or disabilities, whether visible or not, are not jokes. Don’t play with someone else’s health or well being. It’s fucked up.
I was diagnosed with Asthma when I was a baby and I have lived with all my life. Chronic Asthma for many people can be cyclical in nature at times where you have groupings of years where it takes almost nothing to trigger it and periods of time where it takes a lot more to trigger it.
When I was in 9th grade at the start of the school year my grade had a weekend retreat where we went to upstate New York and the place we were at during the summer is a sleep away camp for children with disabilities. So it as one building and the rooms are carpeted with two single beds and two bunk beds per room with a bathroom.
My father despite being a pediatrician and allergist claimed that I was not asthmatic and that my mother made it up, without going into much detail here he was wrong and was abusive to me and medical abuse was one of those methods.
I had been having wheezing problems for a bit, but when I got to the place we were staying it was exacerbated by the dust because it was clear the a deep cleaning of the building was only done before the camp opened in the summer.
Over the course of my stay my breathing got worse and worse to a point on Saturday afternoon that I could barely breathe at all. My friends brought this to the attention of the teachers and finally Hatzalah was called.
By this point I was very out of it, but two of my friends who were with me at this point told my that my face was grey and my lips were blue.
When the Hatzalah crew listened to my breathing with the stethoscope they could not hear any wheezing. After some determination they called an EMT squad and was told to put me on oxygen tank.
When the EMTs arrived they were shocked at the incompetence and my lack of proper care. I was immediately put on heavy duty medication and taken to the closest hospital.
An alumni who was in nursing school and came to the weekend event came with me to the hospital.
I was put in a bed and put on more medication. It was later explained to me by the doctors that I was very lucky because I could have died. What I was experiencing was called “Silent Chest”
Finally once Sabbath was over the alumni who came with me and I were picked up and brought back to the school event.
I was excused from the Motzei Shabbat (Sat night) activities that where planned. I was totally drained and wiped and took a shower and went to bed with an alarm set because I was prescribed an inhaler to use every 6 six hours that night and the next day.
At one point later in the night around midnight I was in the hallway with other people who were up as I waited for the one of the six hour marks and I was talking with one my friends who was keeping me company, we were in the hallway so as to not wake other people in the room up, and she told me about all that I had missed since I was in the hospital.
I was told that many people believed that I had lied and done it for attention which honestly was very upsetting and I told her all about being told about “Silent Chest” and how about now my father finally admitted that I do have asthma when I spoke to him on the phone earlier because he found out I had landed up in the hospital.
As we were talking a classmate came right up to me and sprayed some perfume right into my face knowing full well that could trigger my asthma because she thought I had been faking it all.
Chronic Asthma is an example of a Silent Illness and much of the time it is not taken seriously but those who do not suffer from it. Especially since it can have cycles of being very active and less reactive.
Whether you think someone is faking or not does not matter. Don’t “test” people to see if they are faking because you severely harm a person.
Also people do not need to disclose their entire medically history for your determination.
Respect others and have consideration for their illnesses regardless of how visible said illness is to you.
My mother suffers from migraines that are often triggered by scent. This can range anywhere from cleaning products, scented garbage bags, cologne/perfume and so on. As such, she’s had to ask for accommodations in the facility she works. This has included wearing surgical masks, industrial respirators, and having a perfume/cologne free work environment.
Here’s the thing, since receiving the accommodations, my mother has gone to the hospital more than six times for perfume exposure. Why? Because her co-workers deliberately wear excess amounts of perfume or cologne to trigger her migraines because they believe their right to wear perfume outweighs her right to live. This is not an exaggeration, my mother’s doctors have repeatedly stated that any one of these incidents could actually kill her.
Oh, and let me be clear, these are deliberate incidents. These are documented grievances with witnesses. Witnesses who saw co-workers put on perfume before interacting with my mother or workers deliberately crossing in my mother’s work area despite not even working in the area. Workers who have admitted to exposing her on purpose. Even worse, some of those who’ve exposed her are supervisors.
People don’t believe my mother when she says her migraines are triggered by scent. Because they can’t see it, they don’t think it can possibly be that bad. It has taken her literally being hauled off in ambulance for some people to understand the severity of her condition.
Illnesses or disabilities, whether visible or not, are not jokes. Don’t play with someone else’s health or well being. It’s fucked up.
okay yknow how like… lesbians/wlw in general always seem 2 move so fast in relationships, almost as if we were scared that if we didn’t do everything quick then we wouldn’t get the chance to? i mean i certainly am the same, but i jus wanted to say that if your partner moves too quick for you, no matter in what regard, its fine to say no, its encouraged to say no, bcs your comfort n safety are most important, n if your partner is like, a decent human being then they’ll accept it, they won’t rush you, it won’t be a “say yes now or never” situation… you’ll get the chance to have that experience later as well, when you’re ready n it feels right to you, you won’t have missed out on a once in a lifetime chance… i know it’s easy to feel like you have to move as fast as your partner or you’ll lose them, but that isn’t the case, so please do take care of yourself because if you don’t you might regret it for life
Adulting tip: before you move in with someone, sit down and have a discussion about what a clean living space looks like. Doing this would have saved me so much aggravation in my life.
“But Jaqui,” I hear you asking, “why should we have to talk about it? Clean’s clean, right?” No, it’s not. And thinking cleanliness is a self-evident concept is a great way for screaming fights to happen down the line.
Here’s an example: to my mom, clean means that all the things in the space are not actively dirty, and are free of crumbs and food stains and the like. It doesn’t matter to her where you put your shit, so long as no one has to worry about bugs or stains or diseases. To my once-stepfather, clean meant that everything had a place where it belonged, and things were neat and organized, and there was no visible clutter. He gave less of a shit about crumbs under the microwave than he did about random papers on the coffee table. So she could spend all day working to make sure you could eat off every surface in the kitchen, and he would come home and be upset because she’d spent all that time and as far as he could tell, nothing was clean. Meanwhile, his obsessive organization drove my mom batshit because he would blithely organize away things that weren’t clean by her standards. Needless to say, that relationship did not end well.
So yeah. Have the talk, and figure out what your “augh, this is unlivable, we need to clean!” points are. You may not always be able to get a shared living space exactly as clean as you want it, but if you figure out what everyone needs to feel like they have a reasonably clean space, you’re much more likely to correctly conclude that, when someone makes an offhand comment about the mess getting to them, you’ll know they mean the dishes in the sink are bothering them, and that they don’t give a shit about the dust on the bookshelves, and can act accordingly.
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