Yes, when I had the flu, for extra surrealness. I’d been working in rural Austria, and by that point I just used to get the company to give me cash and arrange my own travel, after they sent me to the wrong side of Italy and then booked my return flight back from an airport near the wrong place rather than the right one (they also used to often overestimate how much cash to give me, which was great). So I arranged to stay with a friend in Vienna for 3-4 days, and then booked a flight back from Bratislava.
As soon as I got to my friend’s place, I came down with the lurgy, and spent most of the time sleeping on the sofabed in the kitchen. One evening I managed to drag myself out to the small gig we’d planned to go to, and fell asleep in a chair. Was still like that when I had to drag myself to Bratislava airport. Hoped there would be food at the M&S, but it was all clothes.