For the newbies who haven't heard my story, I am all too happy to repeat myself. I do it all the time, anyway-especially when I don't mean to.
Up until early this year, I had worked almost 17 years as a veterinary technician (14 of them as a licensed tech). I have suffered from back pain for years-brought on by heavy lifting, and my very large chest size. My employer started cracking down and made me get a note from my GP-excusing me from heavy lifting. BTW-at the time, I was working ER/critical care, so a lot of times when it's literally a life & death situation, you don't have the luxury to ask someone to help you lift a 75 pound dog.
Last year, I broke my leg at work, and I had a terrible time with pain from just a "simple stress fracture." Worker's Comp was something foreign to me, and I really think I got lost in the system (not to mention screwed over by it). I was sent to orthopedic surgeons, 2 different neurologists (one just told me I was too fat ), and I still could not get any pain relief. Finally, after 10 months, I couldn't afford to live on worker's comp, so I just asked to be released so I could return to work. Great, right? Wrong!
As soon as I was released, my employers informed me of a "new policy" they had saying that in order to work there, I had to be able to life 50 pounds on my own. With all this pain I was having (besides the leg), there was just no way I could do that. So, my employer said that I needed my GP to either sign off-saying that I could lift the full 50 pounds, or I needed to go on disability. I felt absolutely lost. Should I just get my doc to sign off-even though I knew there was no way I could continue this painful hell I was going through, or do I try to convince him that I need disability? By the time I finally saw him, I was an emotional basketcase.
I was shocked when he listened to everything I told him and after I told him that there was no way I could lift 50 pounds by myself, he suggested that I go on disability. Now, in CA, they have their own state disability, so all I had to do was fill out forms and he had to fill out some forms and then I was approved. I got my GP to write an excuse to my employer saying that I was going on disability. I hand carried that excuse to work, and everything seemed fine. The very next day, I received a certified letter in the mail saying that my position at work could not be held and I was being terminated. If and when I got better, I could call them and see if there was an opening.
So, I know what you are all thinking...that's illegal, right? Uh, there are about a million loopholes that employers can use-and it was legal. Also, did I really want to work at a place who obviously considered me expendable? I'm sorry, but I had 17 years experience and I was darn good at what I did. If they want to hire some kid off the street to work ER (where you have to know your **** and not freak out), then go for it. I wouldn't trust my animal there.
Anyway, it was about this time that I finally gave up and decided to fufill my mom's dream and move home to SC. It took about 6 months, and now I've been living with my parents for over a month. If my hair wasn't already falling out, I'd tear it out myself. It has been a struggle-to say the least. My mom and I have a "moment" at least once a day (and we had a huge blowup last week). I'm just waiting on some sort of good news (hopefully I can get SS) so I can get out of here. Grown children are not supposed to live with their parents.
So, that's my story. Oh, I'll be 37 on November 29th. I am still a licensed veterinary technician. And, I live with my parents. You tell me how I feel.