I was last sick the day after Thanksgiving in 2011. (I remember, because I initially thought it was the effects of having eaten 7 pounds of food....but actually, I had the flu.)
Much like everything else I do, when I get sick, I go all in. I have a 104+ temperature (though I've never hit 105 because...death) and I'm usually down for at least 5 days.
Having said that, when teaching, I usually still went to school in this condition. Why? Because nobody wants to be a substitute for someone who has 500 students and has to commute between schools and hit 5 grade levels.
Well, this week, I got sick. In fact, I got sick somewhere between 9:00 - 10:00PM on Monday, at rehearsal. We had break, I was fine. By the end, I felt sick. I immediately took Cold Eeze because THAT STUFF WILL SAVE YOU. Seriously. I've tried it all (mostly during my teaching years). Airborne doesn't help, vitamin C, none of it. I'm telling you right now, COLD EEZE. Immediately.
Despite that, I woke up on Tuesday and went, "Oh man, I feel awful." I had a temperature a little over 100, which is still relatively low for me. "I can do it, I can go to work. I can go to work even though I feel awful." I spent so many years just rallying and forcing my body to deal that that was my automatic response.
I then stopped and went, "Wait...I don't have to go to work. In fact, I don't even have to work....after I do releases." It was mind blowing. I was sick...and...I could just stay home and rest??
Sometimes, I am so grateful for small things that it is actually sad.