I remember being real sick and going out to work one day. It was aweful. I was miserable, and totally unproductive... The next day I skipped. And then none of the other workers showed up, so dad (the boss) came back home... and mom got a call that pawpaw had died... then the next day we had the funeral in louisianna, then flew back home, grabbed some stuff, and got out of the way as hurricane katrina tore the place up... Then the next day we went back home... or as close as we could get- about a half a mile away. And slept in the van overnight. Then the next day we climbed through fallen trees to get back home, and life was totally different for the next few weeks until they got the power back up and running, and the roads cleared...

So don't go to work when you're real sick.