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I woke up at 3:30 am with a mysterious stomachache and sat up on the couch trying not to throw up. I finally fell asleep on the couch at 6, after calling some coworkers to let them know I'd be in late. (It was unthinkable to me that I not show up with J-Rock gone. I could not, not, not do that to Brando.)

I arrived at work at 11 and by noon I was so sick that I was swallowing gorge and felt cold and sweaty and on the verge of tears. I couldn't do it. I tidied up what I could and apologized a lot and then I went home and slept.

Gina told me Cheryl had been nursing something similar for a couple days. I didn't realize that, I knew she didn't feel well but not that it was a stomach thing. So I probably caught a mild bug from her. I was glad to hear that because I thought I was getting an ulcer from not being able to process stress, or was sick from staring at the computer for too many hours. Brando swapped my crappy CRT monitor with J-Rock's LCD last night but it didn't help.

I'm feeling a bit better now, sour in the stomach, but my worst symptom is the monstrous headache I have because my stomach couldn't handle any coffee today. My caffeine withdrawal is fierce and painful. I took some ibuprofen and flat ginger ale and hopefully I'll wake up fresh and early and get to work and get everything done that I couldn't do today.

JCSuperstar*, who helps me with some of my tasks, assured me he'd do what he could when I had to go. They're good people. I feel really bad that I had to leave them in the lurch. I feel defeated. It was unthinkable to me that I'd get sick while J-Rock was gone.

*Once again, nicknames have been chosen to protect the innocent.

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