On Wednesday, March 25th an unknown woman from the human resources department at my board called in to make an appointment to talk about my work at the board.

After the meeting on April 18th, I contacted my lawyer; I had e-mail contact with my supervisor about me working for the board in a role as a principal. So the women from the human resources department wanted to schedule a meeting.

I decided to be honest with this woman I never heard of before. I told her about the conflict with my supervisor, my psychical condition, and that I was ill and needed my rest. I was not capable of working yet. And stress was the last thing I needed right now.

She scheduled a meeting on April 1st despite me being ill, unable to work or handle stress yet. I didn’t send an RSVP to her invite, so she called me again. I told her I could not have this meeting, it caused a lot of stress, and I couldn’t do more than take my advised rest. She rescheduled for April 14th.

That two weeks, I didn’t manage to adjust to my new medication. The injections felt terrible; I wished it to be over, every day beside the pain in my leg that had come back, after the bleeding. I was exhausted, and I slept a lot.

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DAPHNE IN STOCKINGS is a writer with a blog telling her story about surviving blood clots, living with FVL, blood thinners, and stockings. And coping with Covid-19 twice in 2020. She's telling her story about building resilience in a physical and mental struggle to heal.