20. Dispensing
with my Indispensability
Later that night tiny rivers began flowing from my swollen
eyes. I coughed, and coughed again. I asked
the cat, “Any advice on getting rid of this steel wool furball caught in my
throat?” He may have answered, but my ears were too clogged to hear. Blowing my nose hurt, but distracted me from my
throbbing temples.
And yet, I was determined to go to work the next day. They needed me. Wasn’t I the Golden Nectar Collector who collected
so many urine samples? Wasn’t I The
Director of Training AND Publications?
Clearly I was indispensable.
The next day I woke up late, and called the office to say I
wasn’t coming in.
“Oh, I thought you were here,” Miss Rella said. They hadn’t missed me at all. I wondered how many times I had pushed myself
believing I was indispensable, when I really needed to take care of myself
instead.
Today I
will dispense with my indispensability myth.
Needles Not For Knitting is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
Needles Not For Knitting (c) 2017 by Ken
Montrose
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