Last week, I caught myself hiding my hands during handoffs.
The ridges seem worse under scrutiny.
Yesterday, a sharp tenderness crept into my fingertips.
I ignored it.
Today, the bumps have spread, no longer subtle.
I’ve promised myself I’d see a doctor this weekend.
But I’m dreading the appointment.
If it’s something serious, what happens then?
Time off would overburden my colleagues, and the hospital won’t hold the floor open.
There’s a mandatory staff meeting Monday about upcoming evaluations.
