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Work Issues, Focusing on Being Well

I have been more exhausted than ever before over the last month.  Nothing new has come up health wise, but the daily tasks are becoming more difficult as time passes.

I have filed a discrimination complaint against my workplace a few months ago, and this week I have the first investigation meeting with the Massachusetts Commission against Discrimination.  I'm not totally sure what to expect out of this meeting, but hopefully, it will make the company I work for more cautious when it comes to employees that are sick or need accommodations, or are hospitalized multiple times a year.

As a result of all the discrimination, I also am leaving my job in the next few months.  I think I will take some time off from work.  It's hard to believe that I am too sick to work, but after this year, and all of the challenges I have had to face, I need some more rest, and I need to focus on staying well, instead of fighting to work.

I'm excited to spend more time with Huck, and to have a little energy left at the end of the day instead of coming home from work and collapsing. Hopefully, this will improve my overall health.


I have been contemplating this change a lot recently, and the one thing that keeps coming back to me is the Pituitary Patient's Bill of Rights, which I will link below, from the Pituitary Network Association.

I hope you are all well.  Comment below if you have ever faced similar issues with an employer or have had to take time off from work due to disease.



Bill of Rights

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