I still feel evil for skiving off work, though. I think that's because I'm not quite sufficiently ill that I'm not bored. I'm stuck at home with nothing to do , out of contact with anyone, not doing anything useful, sulking. And, now I've made this post, whinging, which isn't much better.
Bring on replaceable bodies, that's what I say.
 Except for things that I don't feel up to like tidying the place, etc. ;)