This will be my last work/injury post for, hopefully, awhile.
That's because it is likely that I won't be reporting back to work for quite awhile, particularly after a shockingly thorough examination by the clinic technician last night. How that company ended up with her talents, nobody knows; but judging the clinic for what it is, they don't deserve her.
Regardless... to make a long story short, my recovered state at work lasted 28 1/2 hours before the back simply said "enough". It locked up on me and I was helpless, staring at a building mound of bags. I called the appropriate supervisor - my "buddy", the guy I can't stand.
The response? "I can't get to you at this time; I'll fit you in the best I can. Just take a seat,"... for the next two hours? What in the world could happen to my back in that time?
Now I respect authority to an exaggerated degree. I also respect the operation at an equal level. So I hated to jump over his head and call his supervisor - at home, no less. But the fears & helplessness going through me (I had no less than two arguments with a co-worker who thought - surprise! - that I was faking it) dictated I needed to take prompt action. I did so, and ended up having the girls upstairs take my medical information down.
But the surprises were saved for later: in addition to the back woes, the doctor noted my weakening left knee (work-related), and a possible hernia (work-related). If I do go under the knife, it will be for multiple ailments; well above what I budgeted for.
When I turned the paperwork in, the dumb boss had enough and had already left. The girls took my paperwork and said I had guts for even trying to make it in. What followed was a bad-mouthing session of their own, which made me feel I wasn't the only one rowing the boat.
Now I'll be out for quite some time, I would think. It's almost 6:00 as I write this, and the worst of the evening rush begins at this time. I'm just laughing to myself: I wonder how they're doing, and at the same time... I could care less.
But put yourself in a position of authority, and ask yourself: would you let an injured worker wave on the vine for two hours, virtually ignoring the need for that employee's well-being and prompt medical care? Perhaps this may be the beginning of the end for him, which so many people out there are hoping for.
