So I missed too many days. Work wants to dock me $1200 unless I get a note from my doctor, because the last one expired. The last one just said I was depressed and may need additional sick days. (That way, they just dock me the hundred and something dollars a sub costs.)
I get there early, the nurse shows me to a room… and I weigh in, get my blood pressure and pulse… which was high for no reason, except that I was in a hurry. Doctor comes in with a medical student and a high school student and I have to tell the three of them the whole story about how my son died and how I need a note.
So he leaves me with just the medical student who runs through a list of questions. How do I sleep? How is my weight? What do I do for fun? When was the last time I went on a hike? He’s writing stuff down with a mechanical pencil and has very very tiny, very neat handwriting- printing, really.
He leaves and the three come back… and he’s ordering some blood tests and wants me to take a pill to protect my kidneys from diabetes, which I maintain I don’t have. He doesn’t say anything about the weight I lost. And I don’t want to take a pill. I still need a colonoscopy, which I still haven’t scheduled. And he’s not going to write me a note because I’m not depressed. I’m actually happy. I’m a three. You need a 7 or a 9 to be depressed. And there is a difference between sad and deptressed. I might be sad, but I’m not depressed.
So there it is. I’m happy. I’m sad. But I’m not depressed. And I don’t get a note. Which makes me sad.
The nurse comes back and gives me a tetanus shot. Now my shoulder hurts.