I called in sick to work, because after two days of pushing (including pushing against my vocal cords to get a damn sound out in front of the class) which followed the Week of the Neverending Migraine last week, my body went, "Yeah, no. Not doing this today," when I got out of bed. So, six days before the end of the year, I called in sick. Boo.
I blame my mother. A few weeks ago, I was talking to her and mentioned I had 2 sick days left this year and I was excited to roll those over so I started with 12 next year. I really, really want to start stockpiling them. And then my mom said something like, "Just don't let anything happen to you before the end of the year."
And she's usually so genre savvy, too. *sigh*