“You’re Making Up Symptoms,” They Laughed—Until the Specialist’s Report Came Back.

the clock dramatically.

“It’s two minutes,” I muttered, pulling a clipboard off the counter.

“You’re holding that clipboard like it weighs a hundred pounds.”

I tried to ignore him, tried to focus on inventory counts, tried to breathe through the ache in my wrists as I wrote down numbers. Half an hour into the shift, the room tilted. Not metaphorically.continue reading …