I don't give a fuck what you do if you do your job correctly. You could come in late, leave early, drink bottomless mint julips in the break room, and drop acid, for all I care. But do your job correctly.
It's even scarier that it's a disease - it'd be one thing if it was 'a demon did it', but that's understandable somehow. A disease is brutally mechanical, which to me is scarier.