How I Had Planned to Spend New Year’s Eve:

Enjoying a special New Year’s Eve tasting menu at La Belle Vie with Mr. Dangerous

How I Actually Spent New Year’s Eve:

Crying on Mr. Dangerou’s shoulder as he called the emergency room to ask if he should bring me in with a violent cough that left me with no voice, more mucus production than I ever thought possible, shallow breaths, chest and back pains, a week of sleeplessness, and the inability to turn magazine pages without overextending myself. As it turns out, Mr. Dangerous ended up taking me to urgent care this morning–my second visit to the doctor in four days–so that I could finally be diagnosed with viral bronchitis after more than a week of feeling like I was on the verge of death. Unfortunately, the doctor concluded that there was nothing he could do for me, and that I would just have to let the bronchitis run its course, which could take another week or so. As an added bonus, I also pulled a muscle in my back this morning while coughing, so now whenever I cough or blow my nose it feels like someone is stabbing me in the back. Awesome!

It’s been a long week; I can’t even think about the last several months that I’ve been absent from this blog. All I can say is, I’ve been unrelentingly busy, and it looks like it’s finally caught up with me. I hope to be back soon.