Alright, so where do I start? For one, I've been a bad bad blogger. I've thought about blogging far more than the actual act of doing so. I want to bring new and exciting content to all of you, but when I'm wearing ceil blue scrubs (sexyyyy) Monday to Friday from sunrise to sunset I just feel scrubby and a bit of a hypocrite. I'm now a firm believer that what you wear determines how you feel and behave.

Seeing patients has been tough. You learn to put others' needs before yours. I caught my first cold in 3 years and fell asleep last night with a fever. Major booo. I woke up this morning with a leaky faucet of a nose, but I wanted to turn things around. I banished my scrubs into the laundry hamper and put on something I enjoyed. The boy and I took a walk in the city, attempted to rent some Dutch bicycles to ride along the river (they didn't have any), grabbed some coffee and finally picked up the Jil Sander suit I selected for him last week after some alterations were needed. He looks so elegant in it. Raf, you make men hot. Thank you. You are the best cure for a nasty cold!