It’s tough to be going through fertility treatments under any circumstances. It’s extremely tough going through fertility treatments while you have a full-time job. Infertility itself is a full-time job. There are things you have to do in the morning, in the afternoon, and at night. There are things you have to do on the weekends. Sometimes you even have to go to the doctor’s office on a weekend. You don’t call the shots. (Pun?) Your doctors and your ovaries call the shots. (Pun?) Everything during treatments has to be done when it has to be done. Not the day after. Not on Saturday instead of Tuesday. Most employers don’t want to hear it. And I’ll have to admit: To someone who hasn’t been through it, like your boss, infertility sounds like a scam.
Infertility Sounds Like a Scam: Exhibit A:
“Okay, so you had to come in late today. But you’ll be in on time tomorrow, right?”
“That’s a tough one. It depends. You see I have to wait until the nurse calls me to see if I have to go back tomorrow morning…and she won’t call me until tonight…when you’re already gone for the day.”
Even the employers who are trying to be understanding,… we’re really trying their patience.
Infertility Sounds Like a Scam: Exhibit B:
“Okay, so you took off Wednesday afternoon. So, Wednesday’s are good for you to go to your appointments. That’s perfect. I can just get someone to cover your Wednesday afternoons until your treatments are over.”
“Well, no. You see they check my blood and my uterine lining and then they’ll call me to let me know if I have to alter my shots…let me back up…you see, every night I have to give myself hormone shots in my stomach with a pen and the nurse tells me if I have to dial the pen up or down and whether I have to come back the next day or the day after that.”
Luckily, the boss hasn’t heard a word you’ve said since “my uterine lining” otherwise they would probably think your issues aren’t about fertility-related illness nearly as much as they’re about mentally-related illness.
Or, if we don’t give too many details because we’re trying to maintain some sort of privacy…forget it. We tease them with this convoluted story that sounds like a pot-induced hallucination of having to be off at this time on this day but next week everything will change, and we can’t give any notice because we won’t know until the last minute… Now we’re going to be all cloak and dagger and leave out the nitty gritties and expect someone we work for to just go along?
Infertility Sounds Like a Scam: Exhibit C:
“So, I have to go to an appointment tomorrow morning.”
“You mean a doctor’s appointment?”
“Well let’s just say it’s an appointment.”
“What kind of an appointment? It’s a job interview isn’t it?”
“It’s not a job interview.”
“If it’s not a job interview, what’s the big deal? Why can’t you just say it’s a doctor’s appointment if it’s a doctor’s appointment?”
“It’s an appointment. My husband’s coming with me. He’s taking off also.”
“Oh…your husband…It’s one of those appointments. I’m sorry, I can’t give you time off to have sex with your husband.”
“It’s a dental appointment. Okay? Let’s just say I’m going to the dentist. I have this tooth, you see it? Not that one. The one behind it… Way bach heeah?”
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