"The stomach flu, I'm afraid."

"No, doctor, you don't understand. I'm perfectly healthy, I'll be fine. Clear me so I can go into work."

"I admire your ethic! Most would be glad for sick leave. Nonetheless, you have the flu. You'll have to stay home for two weeks at minimum."

"But--"

"Here's your medication. Two pills every four hours. You'll be good as new, don't worry Mr. Hound."