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I was a senior in high school working at a daycare. Every day of the week I would get done with school at 3:05 and get to work by 3:15. I was only late a couple of times due to traffic, which I explained to the assistant director. She seemed understanding. After being there for about 5 months, I still hadn’t met the main director. She left everyday at 3.I was a good employee. I think I had only called in once after 5 months of working there. I worked hard and loved those kids. One day, all of the employees got a note in their mailboxes. It said, “A cold is not a reason to call in sick to work.” I’m assuming that they were having issues with other employees calling in. A couple of weeks after that, I started feeling sick. I have asthma and some other health conditions that cause me to get more sick than most for simple illnesses, something that I had told the assistant director during my initial job interview. I had been dealing with what I thought was a cold for about a week when it got a lot worse. I couldn’t breathe and I was wheezing. I called the daycare around 10 am and said that I was going to the doctor because I thought I had bronchitis. I said that I would ask the doctor about whether I could work at 3:15 that day. I told them I would call them as soon as I was done at the clinic. The director seemed annoyed on the phone but said okay.At the clinic the doctor examined me and determined that I didn’t have bronchitis. She said that it was my asthma that was making my cold worse to the point where I couldn’t breathe. She told me that I just had to rest and wait it out. I asked her if I could go to work that day and she said that she wouldn’t recommend it. She wrote me a doctors note. The second that I left the clinic I called my boss and let her know. She was not happy. Immediately after I stated that I had a doctors note that I would bring with me the next day, she (rudely) asked me what the doctor said I had, and I responded with “I’m not sure if you’re allowed to ask me that.” She told me, “I’m allowed to ask whatever I want.”I told her that the doctor had said it was a cold, but because of my asthma I needed to rest since I couldn’t breathe. She told me a cold wasn’t a reason to call in sick to work. I politely reminded her that I had a doctors note and that this was a special circumstance. She told me it didn’t matter. Again, I stated “I have a doctors note though.” And again, she said “It doesn’t matter.”I was incredibly shocked. This woman was saying that the words and signature of a doctor weren’t valid. I argued for a minute and tried to get her to understand that a medical professional told me I needed to rest and couldn’t go to work, but she was adamant. It didn’t matter. I didn’t go to work.The next day, I went to school. I planned on going to work at 3:15 like usual. Plans changed at lunchtime when I got a call from my mom. My grandma (who I was very close with) had a brain aneurysm and was in the ICU. My mom said that the doctors could keep her alive, but she’d be unresponsive, unable to speak, move, eat, or so anything. She’d basically be in a coma with no chance of waking up. My grandma had previously told her kids that she didn’t want to live like that, so the family gave the go ahead to just administer pain meds to keep her as comfortable as possible and let her pass away naturally when her body needed to, most likely within the next day or so. I called my work to explain to them that I wasn’t going to be able to come in. I was crying on the phone and told them that my grandma was in the ICU and the doctors said to have family come say their goodbyes because they didn’t know how much longer she would last.My boss laughed at me. She told me that she didn’t believe me. She said that I didn’t have a choice, I was coming to work. I started crying harder and pleaded with her to believe me. “Please,” I begged, “My grandma is dying.” She told me that she didn’t care. I hung up.I didn’t go to work like my boss said I had to. Instead I drove to see my grandma. I held her hand and talked to her, even though she couldn’t respond. I sang her favorite hymns and used a small sponge to wet her lips so they weren’t so dry and cracked. I read Le Petit Prince to her and kissed her forehead.I knew I was going to get fired, and I knew that I didn’t want to go back to a workplace where I was laughed at when I told them that my grandma was dying. I quit and I haven’t regretted it since.My grandma passed away four days later, in the early hours of Mother’s Day, with her six children around her.

As a first time Mom, I told my care provider “my son keeps vomiting his milk.”I was told that it was normal for an infant to vomit milk.My doctor told me this.My WIC person told me this.Anyone who held the bias “First Time Mom.”He was born “a little jaundice” and my son was given bottled milk.He threw up milk to a point, when people asked if I spoil my baby, I was left answering “Oh yes, he bathes in milk.” (Mind you, I firmly believe you can not spoil a child.).I was guilted for not being able to produce milk…Yup, I failed breastfeeding….great they have covers for inverted nipples…still no luck.Still, “everything happens for a reason” and I stick with formula, switching to sensitive formula, and another sensitive formula that worked.No allergy diagonis, just “that look” and sigh and phrase asking “Do you REALLY need this for your baby?”My son was, busy, engaging and a happy baby, but still working on his temperament, and acid output, or constipated, up all night .. Then as he aged, we tried other foods and other calcium sources.At some point, around age 2, he was down to vomiting about every 30 days, and through trial and error AND getting EVERYONE on board, drinking milk was the issue.Symptoms of irritability lessened, cranky stomach and committing could be calculated results. Input and output calculated and timed.Pinpointing WHO was STILL giving my child milk reigned in real quick.Granted “kids do get sick” but a predictable pattern….leads to solutions.Omitting the allergy was LIFE CHANGING.Once, pinpointing the cause, I would buy and provide soy, almond milk, alternatives for care providers.Childcare centers with food left out and children roaming, hard to stop a toddler from sharing or shoplifting from one another, but the providers were warned…Opened up my eyes to, how many people don't believe in allergies.Entering school, I still have to advocate to my child's school “not to shame him for not drinking milk.” By law, I had to get a doctor's note, for allergy, to withhold milk. So, I did provide a note, the “golden ticket.”Still an issue.I told my child to tell anyone who tries to give him milk: “I am allergic to cows milk.”Apparently, staff, took pity on the child who only got water with his lunch, and the staff would give him milk to drink (I packed his own lunch, to avoid the whole milk issue. First week of school, I sent him juice, but at age 5, he would throw an open container back into his backpack..oh what a mess.). Then I would get the call regarding unruly behavior and he would be throwing up, Over a 48 hour period (4th hour, then the 12 hour).I then got to chitchat to the staff, principal how, with even a doctor's note, me packing his lunch, is he being provided with Milk? My child gets yogurt, cheese at home…just not cows milk…”Do I need to send him in a shirt that says this?”At age 6, new school, I taught him to say to anyone who questioned him about drinking milk: “If you look at my permanent record, you will see I’ am allergic to drinking milk. I get cranky, sick and throw up.”At his age, most the time, he skips to “I throw up.”Yes, through ignoring many people, and professionals, I am raising a child who is flourishing.Best of luck on your journey!

It’s always chaotic. I teach first-semester freshmen, and they don’t “get” what college is.Explain that this is not high school with more buildings or 13th grade. It’s not a community college (which often IS 13th grade). This is a four-year university. This is The Show. Your parents are not able to fight your battles for you now. Doctors’ notes will not garner you “excused” absences. Grade-grubbing is not tolerated. You will not be texting in class. You will be taking notes. Most of all, my job is to teach you, not make you like me. I get paid whether you like me or not. I get paid whether you pass or not. Nobody in any position of authority gives a crap about RateMyProfessor.Take attendance. Discover there are at least three late adds. Check their paperwork. At least one kid realizes they’re in the wrong class.Hand out the syllabus. Read every single word aloud with detailed information about ANYTHING that could be considered a loophole.Hand out the calendar. Specifically point out when the papers are due.Have them fill out index cards with their contact information. At least one kid will ask “Why do you need to know this?”Discover most of them bought the wrong textbook.Give them the “We’re all in this together” speech along with some enthusiastic arm pumping.Answer any questions.Behold their disappointment when class actually runs for the entire allotted time.