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So the tendentious in my knee started up again this week. Tuesday was really bad, and even though I ate almost a small bottle of Tylenol extra strength, I had to quit work early (and got into a nasty fight over the radio with one of my managers in the process). This morning when I got to work the owner of the company had a meeting with everyone where he claimed the company was $36,000 behind in production from where it should be, partly due to a rising level of absenteeism (which as is the case with many workplaces is a primary mode of resistance by the workers at my company).
After the meeting we (me and my boss) had another meeting where he asked me how my knee was, and basically told me if I didn't start meeting the production goals every day that he'd can me. What he actually said was that he'd put me on workers comp permanently if a doctor would sign that my injury was work-related, and that he'd hire someone else for my job. Legally he couldn't do that, but I know the score and what would happen is that i'd get WSIB for a few weeks, go back to my work and ask for my job back, not get it even though they are required to, go to the WSIB and/or labour board, fight for several years about it, and even if I won at the labour board my boss could ignore the ruling without penalty. Basically, I'd be screwed. I've seen injured workers who are unionized, and have outside support of legal clinics, and community groups, get totally screwed.
So, instead, I put on my knee brace, ate 1500 mg of Acedimifirin at 7:30 in the morning, stopped at around 11am and bought extra strength muscle relaxant / pain killers (400 mg Methocarbamol, 500 mg Acetylsalicylic acid per pill), and ate a couple of those. That was enough doseage on it's own for six hours but around 3 I ate another as the pain was coming back, and on an empty stomach it almost made me puke. When I got home around 7pm I ate another, and feel a lot better right now (not running around on my leg helps a lot too!)
When I was on my way back to the shop my boss asked me how my leg was I replied "It hurts, and I've eaten so many painkillers I feel like puking, but I got 45 stops done, so good for me!" (I was being a bit sarcastic, but my boss just said "That's a good day". Um, no, actually it sucked balls.
I think a large reason I stayed out today was because I've got that stubborn Irish streak in me. Speaking of which, I did a fert for a distant relative today and she wouldn't listen to a word I said. Just wanted to tell me she only wanted a weed killer. I told her yesterday on the phone that herbicides have been banned in Toronto this year, and we were using an organic program to address that but she wanted none of it. Wouldn't listen to me when I tried to tell her that one application of organic fertilizer wasn't going to kill her weeds. It's so typical of my family, and the Irish in general, we only want to hear what we've already decided we want or think is right, and won't listen to anyone try and tell us otherwise.
After the meeting we (me and my boss) had another meeting where he asked me how my knee was, and basically told me if I didn't start meeting the production goals every day that he'd can me. What he actually said was that he'd put me on workers comp permanently if a doctor would sign that my injury was work-related, and that he'd hire someone else for my job. Legally he couldn't do that, but I know the score and what would happen is that i'd get WSIB for a few weeks, go back to my work and ask for my job back, not get it even though they are required to, go to the WSIB and/or labour board, fight for several years about it, and even if I won at the labour board my boss could ignore the ruling without penalty. Basically, I'd be screwed. I've seen injured workers who are unionized, and have outside support of legal clinics, and community groups, get totally screwed.
So, instead, I put on my knee brace, ate 1500 mg of Acedimifirin at 7:30 in the morning, stopped at around 11am and bought extra strength muscle relaxant / pain killers (400 mg Methocarbamol, 500 mg Acetylsalicylic acid per pill), and ate a couple of those. That was enough doseage on it's own for six hours but around 3 I ate another as the pain was coming back, and on an empty stomach it almost made me puke. When I got home around 7pm I ate another, and feel a lot better right now (not running around on my leg helps a lot too!)
When I was on my way back to the shop my boss asked me how my leg was I replied "It hurts, and I've eaten so many painkillers I feel like puking, but I got 45 stops done, so good for me!" (I was being a bit sarcastic, but my boss just said "That's a good day". Um, no, actually it sucked balls.
I think a large reason I stayed out today was because I've got that stubborn Irish streak in me. Speaking of which, I did a fert for a distant relative today and she wouldn't listen to a word I said. Just wanted to tell me she only wanted a weed killer. I told her yesterday on the phone that herbicides have been banned in Toronto this year, and we were using an organic program to address that but she wanted none of it. Wouldn't listen to me when I tried to tell her that one application of organic fertilizer wasn't going to kill her weeds. It's so typical of my family, and the Irish in general, we only want to hear what we've already decided we want or think is right, and won't listen to anyone try and tell us otherwise.