To Be (Sick), Or Not To Be (Sick)?

That was the question that I was faced with this morning when I woke up at just gone 04:00 feeling like death warmed up. I knew that I would have to make up my mind within the hour whether I was going to call in sick to work or not. I don't think I have had a day off sick in nearly 3 years, though I may have conveniently forgotten one or two days! But it is very unusual for me to go sick (mainly because I do not get paid for any sick time).
I eventually decided that I would call in sick and had to get out of bed to get my notebook as I didn't have the head office number I needed stored in my phone. When I stood up, I felt much better and so couldn't justify to myself calling in sick. I went back to bed and instantly felt worse again. The very act of laying down was making me feel worse! That concluded it for me then. There was no point in calling in sick, and losing a day's money, if I wouldn't feel any worse at work than at home.
The only problem was that, by the time I had made my final decision it was far too late to go back to bed (and I would have felt worse anyway). So, I had my shower early (thereby missing the usual morning competition with Visar, my flatmate who has recently decided to get up 10 minutes earlier than he used to just to mess up my routine!). After my shower I got dressed and then had a quick lay down until my alarm went off telling me it was time to leave for work.
It was a very long day and I am now knackered! I think I could well be going to bed by 21:00 tonight, which is never heard of!