Finally swallowed pride, fear and throat full of burning bile and called J.
J: Hey.
H: Hi. Um... you ok? You sound funny.
J: Yeah, I've just been sleeping.
H: Oh, well, we can do this later.
J: Okay.
H: Okay? (Are you fucking serious? I've been bouncing between dry heaving, despondent crying and coma-like sleeping for the last 48 hours and you're seriously going to go back to sleep?)
J: Talk to you later.
Am still staring at cell phone in disbelief. Have tried cleaning room, watching television and taking walk. Want more than anything to call sister... but as she is off in wilderness rehabilitating large mammals, and therefore unreachable by phone, will have to resort to other methods of therapy. Perhaps hot bath. And two or three Tylenol PM.