You Said Until Death

Summary

When I took my diagnosis of heart failure to my boss and asked for time off, he shot me down with two words. "Not approved."

I pointed to the diagnosis. "I could drop dead at any moment."

He pushed the report back to the edge of his desk. "But you're not dead yet, are you? This project is at a critical stage. Don't even think about slacking off and trying to get out of work."

I stared at him for two seconds before nodding. "Fine. You win."

The next day, I walked into the conference room right on time with a portable medical oxygen tank.