In over 17 years of gigging, I've never missed a gig due to illness. Last week, I got the Flu on Wednesday, and told the band NOT to cancel the weekend - I'd still play Friday, most likely would be done with at least the worst of the flu by then. So, I call off work for the week, sleep the entire time, and don't get better. Friday rolls around, I'm no better, and since I've never called off a gig due to illness, Im the trouper, I show up, miserable, weak, but get the job done. Same thing for Saturday's gig. Probably the hardest thing I've ever done. Turns out Monday the doctor tells me it wasn't the flu: I have both pneumonia and shingles (what chickenpox comes back as if you've had it earlier). Not clear whether I had the pneumonia before the gigging or not - it could have started off as just the shingles and pushing myself caused the pneumonia. But if I had to do it over again, I'd still do it. I've got several other guys in the band not to let down, as well as two clubs that we value greatly. Though being out and about hurt my body, playing helped soothe my soul. I'm off work again all this week, on tons of meds, and fully intend on playing both gigs again this weekend. Even my wife understands. Do I think I'm an idiot? You betcha. But a musician is what I am, I incurred THAT disease years ago, and it'll be in my blood forever.