“I’ll be out sick today.”
I am not sick very often. Even on some days when I don’t feel particularly good, I might simply decide to work from home. That option lets me stay comfy, and helps make sure I don’t infect my coworkers. Still, when I realize that no amount of discipline is going to help me get any useful work done, I call in, or out if that’s your pleasure.
That always makes me stop and count that particular blessing of mine – paid sick leave.
I’ve worked in jobs where, if you were out sick, you didn’t get paid. Many, many people work in jobs like that today. I know people in the construction industry that, in addition to not being paid, risk being laid-off if they miss too many days due to illness.
While I’m counting blessings, let me add one more that was highlighted last week. When picking up a prescription at the drugstore, I was told the price after my insurance was applied and I was asked:
“Do you still want the prescription?”
My first thought was “that’s a stupid question,” but then I realized it’s not. Not for everyone. For some people, that’s a very scary question. For some people, that sets up a choice between spending on medicine and spending on anything else that might not be as important.
I work hard, and I pay a lot for health insurance. I’m not advocating any particular remedy, espousing any particular economic or political argument and I’m certainly not backing or railing against any particular candidate for office whose lines I may have unintentionally crossed (1).
I’m simply counting my blessings.
(1) Comments are open, as long as we stay civil and don’t head down any of those particular rat holes.
This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday series.