Kinda embarrassing to admit, but I've always personally struggled with taking sick days...
It might be my upbringing, or something. The whole idea of 'toughing it out' etc, and just go to work anyway. The only times I would take a sick day is if I have a fever or something that really impacts my ability to concentrate.
I think part of it is I feel bad not getting any work done?
Of course, with Covid now, and going forward, I'll definitely be more careful and mindful about risking other's health.
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A Random 'sick / illness' story of me still going to class (regrettably):
Spoiler!
During my first year of university (many many years ago), I was SUPER SICK on the last day of the semester. But I had to hand in and present the final project to the class. So, despite feeling like garbage I went to school anyway. The whole time sitting there in class listening to others present theirs, I was sitting there just sweating like crazy and feeling super ill.
Finally got my presentation over, I told my friends I have to skip the second class and immediately headed home.
I had to walk ~15 minutes to the bus, take a bus for ~20 minutes, then take the skytrain, then get off and change trains at Broadway/Commercial, then ride the Millennium train towards Lougheed. I called my mom and asked her to pick me up at the Production station in Burnaby while I was still on the train.
The entire journey I was burning up, dizzy, sweaty, felt like throwing up, etc.
By the time I was ONE station away from Production, I threw up all over the floor on the skytrain. In that moment, I tried to 'hold it back' with my hands... resulting in me vomitting all over my hands and then onto the floor. Fortunately it was around noon time (not rush hour), so there wasn't AS many people on the train.
I was like oh crap, what now? I reached into my bag to grab some napkins, but the sheer volume of... vomit... was impossible for me to clean up. Especially when I was about to arrive at my station.
I look up, and sitting across from me is a guy who looked? like a homeless person. He was just looking at me and then he shook his head slowly. LOL. I'll never forget that awkward moment xD
Anyway, I had to just bail and got off the train at my station... leaving a bunch of napkins sitting in a pool of vomit...
But after that, I felt 100% better. I guess my body just really really wanted to expel something lol.