Disclaimer: I am not fishing for sympathy or praise, in fact I despise praise for my line of work.
Been a frontline worker in Healthcare throughout the whole pandemic. I cover for people at last minute, I give up my weekends, I miss seeing my family, I skip breaks, I stay late, I am owed endless hours that I will not get back and I am forever short of staff. All of this and I feel guilty for being off work having injured my knee and I can't walk properly.
Why the guilt? Why do I feel torn between standing up for myself and letting my body rest or sucking it up and limping around work for my ungrateful seniors? They don't remember all the times I came in last minute to help but maybe they will remember this? Why do I think like this? ! Why has work made me such a submissive coward? I would tell my colleagues to look after their damn bodies but I can't tell myself the same thing.