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How My Disabilities Stole My Career and Gave Me Back My Passion

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I went to Urgent Care last week. I won’t bore you with the details, but it was kind of urgent and I did need care. After the nurse practitioner was finished examining me, he confirmed that I did need medication and said he would call it in to the pharmacy.

After our discussion, he asked a perfectly reasonable question: “Do you need me to write you a note for work?” he inquired. My voice cracked when I answered him. “No, I don’t need one,” I said in a small voice; one just a breath above a whisper.

He left the room after bidding me goodbye, and that was it. I, however, left the room feeling completely deflated. You see, the question he asked was perfectly normal, but it stung just the same.

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