Went out tonight, having taken six iron pills and still feeling down. Then got a sense of fucking perspective. I was out with a 36 year old mate. Who, it transpires, has just being diagnosed with MS. And her boss - or at least the guy who controls the purse strings - is being an utter cunt*.
She found out there was a risk she may have MS a little while ago and had to go to get tested. From that point, his attitude towards her changed. She said - having had an MS attack - her first major one - that she'd like to work from home for three days a week this month as she was recovering from her attack (this is not unusual for her - not because of attacks but because she's always worked from home a lot.)
For the first time ever, this became an *issue*. Because he needed to communicate with her more by seeing her in the office. Despite the fact that he's in the office less than she is.
She got diagnosed. He started talking about winding down the company because they were 'running out of funds' (within a week of being told that MS is exacerbated by stress). Sensitive. But when she said 'OK, I'll get the wheels in motion' he backed off, she thinks, because he wants his mate to run the company, not a 'disabled' person. And given the facts she gave me, I'm inclined to agree with her interpretation.
All I noticed about her was that she was a lot slimmer and healthier looking than the last time I saw her (has changed her diet and given up smoking due to MS). She has no signs of any kind of 'impairment'. She's as quick, bright, funny and articulate as she was a month ago.
But then she wasn't 'disabled'.
And now, in his eyes, she is.
Cunt*.
* (No offence meant to cunts - I get a lot of pleasure from mine.)