I finally, after over a year of talking about it, I FINALLY quit my job. My discrimination complaint is still pending, and could take 18-24 months from the date of my complaint (September 2015) to move to the next step. I planned and planned to take this step, but just had trouble pulling the trigger. I was afraid of having no money, afraid to have nothing to do, and afraid to tell people. It's embarrassing to not be able to work. I know, I have a legitimate reason not to at this very moment, and I'm eventually going to work again. It's a tough call. But, after talking to my mom, she expressed great concern for my health and wellbeing (what's left, that is), if I kept going with no changes. She was waiting for me to end up in the hospital again, and afraid that my body physically could not take it anymore. So, I quit. I gave my notice in October, tried to tell some of my coworkers but didn't feel like my leaving was worthy of celebration. It was sad.
(Formerly known as Life with Cushing's)