sick in the city

i know i am a bad blogger. i had all sorts of things to blog about, but last week i was sick sick sick (really terrible cold; last week's office attendance brought to you by tylenol cold severe). then it was thanksgiving, which i enjoyed (despite still being sick.) i went to washington d.c. to see the fam, and we had a great time. i had all sorts of posts percolating about our various activities, including our visit to the incredible annie leibovitz show at the corcoran and my birthday dinner at pizzeria paradiso or somehow just managing to miss michael kors as he also spent the evening shopping in georgetown. ah, family. sunday night i was too preoccupied with the joy of getting to see my dear s again after a long time apart (6 days!)

and monday. oh, monday.

monday i left work at lunch to take s to the hospital. it was an almost seven-hour ordeal, my darling having been stricken by acute gastroenteritis (an inability to keep fluids down or in or anything else.) we made lots of jokes about how it was nothing like tv hospitals (although our doctor was tv-doctor handsome) and i spent a lot of time feeding him ice chips and hounding the nurses for more medicine. on a funnier note, i was in the pantry (looking for those ice chips), talking to a volunteer, and she asked me if i was a doctor. granted, i was looking professional on monday (having come straight from work), but i also look about sixteen, so i had to laugh out loud. i assured her that no, i was just there with a patient. but it did make me wonder, do i look like a doctor? does that mean i am the kind of person who could be a doctor? anyways, we got home around 10 pm and s went to bed and i tried to relax after six and a half tension-filled hours by my beloved's hospital bedside.

so forgive me if all my posts about cute puppies named nico on the subway just flew out of my head. i had other things i was thinking about.

back to the magic soon, i promise.