That's one thought I've had since getting queasy on the bus to work this morning. Long story short, since you don't really want to know the specifics of getting sick, I finished my commute to work so I could at least tell them in person I don't feel up for working today. Then I headed out, with one detour to drop off my ballot downtown. Now I'm back in sweatpants, wanting to rest and read.
It's nothing dramatic; I'm not too sick, but I'm not going to push it because I don't want to get more sick. Let the body get over whatever messed with it this morning.
And I definitely don't want to be dramatically sick.