Well Dr Sholi took one look at the MRI and said "You're going to Moffitt tomorrow" and that was it. He gave me a note to take to work outlining my condition and said "NO WORK" and ordered me to stay off my feet. This was not really a problem because by this time I couldn't walk anyway the pain was so bad. I got a pair of crutches from the Salvation Army store to hobble around.
I called my friend out on Longboat and asked if he could come and get Foxy (cutest Corgi in the world) because I couldn't walk her anymore. Foxy would end up out on Longboat Key for over a month but if he wouldn't have helped me I would have had to send Foxy to the rescue group and I really didn't want to do that.
I worked out the details of what exactly "no work" means with my job. When I was hired I signed up for the short term disability pay ... figuring that as a CNA I could get hurt and would need some money. (Boy was I right). I had to use up all of my vacation and personal days and then go on FMLA (family medical leave act) and then the payments would kick in. Now I lived pretty close to the edge financially anyway, but the thought of having a reduced paycheck sent me into a panic.
No comments:
Post a Comment