MS and Time Off (or lack-there-of)

As I’ve talked about before, time off is alway a tricky problem when you have any chronic illness. If you are fortunate enough to have your symptoms under control and have a care regimen that allows you to work in a traditional setting, you may struggle a lot with this topic – I know I do. It is a source of constant stress and anxiety. I feel like nobody else my age thinks so much about the number of sick days and vacation days they have. 

As you may know, I am a novice in the work force and in the MS club. My symptoms began about a year ago, only 4 months after graduating from college. At this point, I had zero time off from my job. I was working for a pretty big nonprofit in Boston with the dreaded “probationary period”. This meant that I had no sick days or vacation days until I had worked there for six months. I was only 3 months into my job when the symptoms started. I missed about a week of work in October as I went to doctor’s appointments every day, slowly working my way to a diagnosis. Then I missed another week in January as I fought through my first “episode” since the original one. This time it was brought on by a massive fever, so it was a long recovery. The steroids took me out for another day, since the withdrawal made me feel like a 90 year old with skin way too fragile to go on public transportation to the office. When you added it all up, I had used all my sick and vacation time before December, when I finished my probationary period. So my manager and I had to work through it. I worked from home a LOT, which I was lucky to be able to do. I worked extra hours when I could, and I felt extreme work guilt, to the point of crying constantly about missing work. My direct co-worker, the girl who had the exact same job description and was hired at the same time, never missed a day. In fact, she took her first day off recently and texted me to tell me about it. Work guilt is a bitch. 

When I left that job to move closer to my family and my doctors, it was time to start a new job and go through another probationary period. This one was three months for sick time and six months for vacation time. Regardless, I was forever stressed during those three months. Every tingle stressed me out. Luckily, I made it through without missing a day. Wait…no…I missed one day but it was planned! The first week of my new job I missed a whole day for my Ocrevus infusion…we can’t be perfect! 

I think that time off will always be a stressful issue in my life. I am always trying to prove myself and advance in my career. I want to be the perfect employee, but I have MS. I have many friends who take days off when they’re feeling a little off, or take the whole day when they have a quick doctor’s appointment. I feel like I can’t do that, I can’t waste what time I have. But this past year has taught me how important health, mental and physical, are to being “successful” in life. I will always put my health first when it comes down to it, but I will probably cry with work guilt the entire time. 

Stay Away From My Cube

I would love to put a sign on the outside of my cubicle that reads “Compromised immune system. Do not enter if you are ill”, but that is not acceptable in the workplace. I also keep my MS to myself and, even if people did know, they probably wouldn’t know how my immune system reacts to germs. And if they did, they may not care. 

I keep forgetting that, once upon a time, I wasn’t super conscious about how my germs affected the people around me. I covered my mouth when I coughed and sneezed, washed my hands constantly, etc., but I didn’t think “oh maybe I should keep my distance”. You don’t go through life assuming everyone around you has a compromised immune system. But now, I do! 

People keep coming into my cubicle coughing, sniffling, complaining of a head cold they’ve had for three weeks. I am so scared of getting sick, because that could mean another relapse or it could mean that I won’t be able to get my scheduled infusion. But I can’t work in a bubble. I’m not allowed to work from home. And I can’t have a sign outside my cubicle that says “DO NOT ENTER”.

So happy cold and flu season everyone! We just have to do our best.