Helpful to Hurtful

I've been through hell this year.

Actually, been to hell and BACK. (Not sure if I'm really back yet honestly, but I digress.)

My boss?

"If there's anything I can do, just let me know."
"Take your time with the healing."
"Take all the time you need to get better. Your health should be the most important thing on your mind right now."
"Getting better is your focus. Don't worry about things here, we all have your back."
"I'm here, if you ever need help, or just an ear."

This was last January and again this past July. (I haven't really spoken much to her since my accident last month because she was out of town.)

Fast forward to yesterday afternoon at 4pm. She totally reams me out for going to a massage appointment during working hours (even though she had just been to the dentist THAT MORNING during working hours) (!!).

"For five years I have not taken any personal appointments during office hours. I have ALWAYS scheduled them around my work day. Today was another story. I am in so much back pain from my accident that I can hardly think. I barely made it in thismorning. I took the appointment that was available to avoid further pain, bitch" (ok, so I didn't say Bitch).

"Well from now on make your appointments before or after work, on your own time."

Listen lady, I'm not twelve fucking years old and trying to get out of going to school. I'm not 19 years old and partying in bars and lying to get out of work becuase I'm hungover from the night before. I'm not milking any system here. I'm looking after myself.

Hateful bitch.

Urs.