I am SICK, but my company won't let me take a sick day!!

I have figured out that the worst part of my job is the "no sick day" policy. I am fine with no paychecks (the benefits are great), I do fine with no vacation days, and I've gotten pretty used to the 24 hour on call policy. However, I am sick and I want to take a SICK day!!! I want to sleep in, I want to take a nap, and when not napping, I want to lay on the couch and watch HGTV.
It's just not happening that way. I'm still chauffeuring people around, cooking for them, cleaning, etc. Last night I had to help Alvin Yakkatorre with his Powerpoint presentation. He's giving a talk at career day today and being his agent, I'm in charge of stuff like that. I drove the fellows to the store yesterday and was subjected to Jefferson Stealflex's DIVA-like behavior throughout the store. He has a photoshoot today so I've got to dress him and fix his hair. You know by being his stylist, I'm in charge of stuff like that.
My eldest client, Ralph, really enjoys a good meal. So I made him some gourmet meatloaf and homemade instant potatoes. He's my most understanding client and would have been fine with takeout, but he does provide me with many of my wonderful benefits so I really wanted to do that for him. Being his personal chef and all, I felt obligated.
Nicholas is sick too (we have all been, but now it's pretty much just Nic and I). That just really makes it worse because his nose is running and he's coughing. Being that I'm his personal nurse and milkmaid, I'm in charge of stuff like that. I got called into the office between 3 and 4 a.m. and I honestly don't know what time I got back to bed. It seemed as if every time I coughed it woke him up. Now, the billion pound train barrelling down the tracks, 3 doors down from our bedroom at Annie's house, honking it's horn sooo loudly it makes your teeth rattle; he sleeps like a baby through that.
Well, I've done my venting. Work calls to me. I've got to get to the kitchen and whip up a healthy brown bag lunch for one of my clients and then get to my studio to work on Jefferson's hair (it's sticking straight up in the back and, that is gonna take some stylist magic).
Some people probably wonder why I hang onto this job, or why I took on so many clients. It's pretty simple. The benefits really are great. I get lots of hugs and kisses. I'm getting a new home. Sometimes I am given priceless artwork for all of my hard work. I think that my clients really do love me and that is satisfying.
Oh, I also have to get going because one of my clients just threw a fork into the toilet.