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Yes, I called off work. No, I don't care. So, say whatcha want.

I called the Asst. DON and spoke to her personally about it - re: the Verbal Warning of Insanity and Pepto Bismol (no vomit, yet), and I don't think I'll be canned for this. According to her. I put off calling as long as possible, but this twisty-gut-explosion stuff is for the birds.

I literally spent the past day - and today - in bed. That is, when I wasn't in the loo. Groggy and spinny-headed - but no vomit, yet; thank God for Tums. This is the first time I actually hated to call off, sticking my coworkers, as my wing is currently H-E-Double-Hockeysticks. God bless her, the 500 lb. woman is back (and may be permanent), everyone has diarrhea, and we've got all the Heavies and Psychs, now.

But my buddy, Dale, is back. Great to see him; he looks good.

So, we'll see. I'm thinking some Neil deGrasse Tyson will make me feel a bit better. Maybe later.