A big fuck you going out to V.E.S.I.D. for operational failure. Taking the side of the stoopid job developer in demanding I get a "return to work" note for a vertigo attack-- bovine fecal matter. Furthermore, as far as "return to work," what work? Screw off. If you aren't going to help me, then get the fuck out of my way.
No love, the traumatic brain-injury malcontent on your overflowing caseload.