You’re lucky. I was hacking up green crap, woozy, and feverish (for about a month, mind you), yet when I tried to go on sick call I was told, “Beat it. You ain’t sick.”
“yet when I tried to go on sick call I was told, “Beat it. You ain’t sick.”
I felt the same way when they kicked me out of the ward, still sicker than a dog, not even any medicine to take with me.
I had the impression some in the ward were just for show, filling beds to impress that officer who stopped by all the time, like the doctors were trying to justify how many hospital staff they had.