When I was in my 50s, my feet were in such a bad state (from a genetic condition) that I could hardly walk. I required an operation on both feet.
My consultant worked with me to schedule for a time that wouldn't inconvenience the school and would allow me to find care for my mother for my recovery period.
The op was a fortnight before the end of summer term, after the exams had finished and the leavers had gone. All the remaining pupils had moved up a year, so there were fewer classes to cover.
I left work for all my classes.
I was signed off for 5 weeks, but 3 weeks of that time was during the holiday period.
In all my previous time as a teacher - 30 plus years at that time - I'd had 4 days' absence in total.
Before beginning the op, the consultant told me that I could opt to have only one foot done and to come later to have the other done. Not wishing to inconvenience my school, I went ahead with the bilateral procedure so that I wouldn't have to have time off later.
I went back to work for the first day of the new academic year, still having to wear cotton socks and sandals since my it was still impossible for me to wear ordinary footwear.
My HT referred me to Attendance Management.
At my interview, the nurse interviewing me on behalf of the Local Authority said, "Right! Let's look at your file!" She opened a manilla folder and pulled out one sheet of paper. Read it. Looked at me.
"Why are are you here?"
She then asked whether she could see my feet. I thought that she was going to lose her lunch on the spot. (They're still not a pretty sight, but they work.)
I'll give the woman her due: she was obviously outraged on my behalf.