Oops, my bad.

Shortly after waking yesterday, I was treated to a rather potent headache. I took some aspirin and called in the office to let them know I'd be in a late, once the drugs kicked in. Well, the headache got worse (possibly the worst I've ever had) and I sent an e-mail off to my bosses letting them know that I wasn't sure when I'd be in, if at all.

Because my brain seemingly was trying to burst through my skull, I was delerious, a bit nauseous, and didn't want any disturbances -- so I unplugged the phones in the house, set my cell phone on "ettiquette mode" (vibrate only), and lay down to sleep.

Well, it turns out the e-mail never made it through. So, my boss begins wondering where I am and what happened, so she contacts Tahra. Tahra didn't know, and tries contacting me. I can't hear my cell phone, and the home phones weren't connected, so people start worrying. Tahra contacts ACS (American Citizen Services) to see if a "John Doe" had been checked into a Korean hospital, and even gets GSO (General Services Operations) in the Embassy to swing by the house and use the pass key to go in if I didn't answer.

Feeling partially recovered in the late afternoon, I go to check my cell phone when Tahra calls. I answer, relieving her concern (to be replaced by anger), and simultaneously the GSO guys and a neighbor show up at the door.

So it was resolved that I was okay (albeit still out of sorts), but far too many people got involved because I didn't follow up on the communication.

My bad. *very weak grin*