I'll never eat pork again

I mentioned I went to a party Saturday. I didn't mention that they were roasting a pig. Wendell didn't mention that Sunday night he felt like shit. Last night I started feeling shitty. Literally. This morning I called in sick to work. When Wendell got home from work tonight he mentioned that a couple of other people got sick after the party.

I feel less like hell but I don't know if I should go in tomorrow. I don't want anything to happen that'll give my coworkers a story to tell ten years from now.