I roast it. I eat it. I spend the whole night in grips of stomach attack. I get to see the all hallowed 'carrot chunks' (I haven't had carrot for two weeks.)
This morning I get myself ready and go into school, only to be promptly told I look like death. "It's Friday", I say. "If I can just get through today, I can die tomorrow." So I go supervise sports and find myself retching, dizzy, and all in all, not a happy little bunny.
It's safest to go home, so I do, crawl onto bed, fall asleep, and awake 4 hours later. I don't feel any better.
I was trying to save my sick days up for when I get the almighty lurgy, dammit.