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I was getting written up and everything changed.

For weeks I was just exhausted. Walking from my car to clock in, I was exhausted and dreading walking to the pharmacy Within an hour 1 of my legs (usually the right) would go numb. Not my toes or foot, all the way to my hip. Obviously, I recognized something was wrong and had a logical explanation for this happening. It took management getting ready to write me up and telling me why that I finally broke down. They were describing the day before and I had no memory of what they were talking about. Literally, “You were assigned to fill for 3 hours” and I didn't recall being there. I am finding several months foggy still. I clearly remember my leg being numb yet painful, but not for how long. I recall that I was rude occasionally, but not to whom or why. I know I wouldn't be alive…


For weeks I was just exhausted. Walking from my car to clock in, I was exhausted and dreading walking to the pharmacy

Within an hour 1 of my legs (usually the right) would go numb. Not my toes or foot, all the way to my hip.

Obviously, I recognized something was wrong and had a logical explanation for this happening.

It took management getting ready to write me up and telling me why that I finally broke down. They were describing the day before and I had no memory of what they were talking about.

Literally, “You were assigned to fill for 3 hours” and I didn't recall being there.

I am finding several months foggy still. I clearly remember my leg being numb yet painful, but not for how long. I recall that I was rude occasionally, but not to whom or why.

I know I wouldn't be alive today if they didn't call me in to discuss my performance.

ETA

I work in a pharmacy and 1 of the managers is the pharmacist. She had just come back from an almost 3 week vacation. So where the other manager, and myself, only saw a gradual decline, the pharmacist saw it as a radical change. She wrote a lengthy note about all the changes/symptoms and told me to go to the emergency room with her notes.

I don't remember much about the 1st few hours after getting to the hospital. I do remember that I parked in the wrong area, employee parking, and had a very long walk to the entrance. When I finally got through the doors, someone immediately put me in a wheelchair. I guess the timeframe after that was pretty normal: check-in, take vital like BP and weight, and draw blood.

I said the timeframe was pretty normal because everyone else was getting the same pace. Mine changed when they got the results of my blood test because I was quickly rushed to a room ahead of all the people that were there before me.

Long story, short. Five days later they had pumped 5 pints of blood into me, countless tests, and the doctor telling me that I had the 2nd lowest hemoglobin level that he had ever seen that came into the hospital still conscious.

So yeah, that meeting saved my life.

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