Today I went to the doctor for the first time in France. It was totally different than at home, but that's to be expected at this point. Everything feels different but I also might be starting to feel a little homesick? That might explain why I ate the better part of a jar of peanut butter last night... yup, let's say that was a case of homesickness. It's all nutella-and-no-peanut-butter over here, but if I had to choose it's PB all the way. It's harder to find the good stuff, but I have managed. But I digress...
The doctor... as he went through my medical history he asked me if I drank regularly. 'Bien sûr!' (duh, I'm in France!). Then he asked 'every day?' and I said 'mmm, oui?' and his eyebrows raised slightly and it occurred to me that perhaps that wasn't the right answer. (is this something French people lie about? should I be saying I only have the occasional glass for extremely festive occasions?) I revised and said I have a glass of wine most evenings and he said 'alors, un verre a midi et un le soir?' (so, a glass at lunch and a glass in the evening?)... 'ah, non non, juste le soir!' (just at night). Pfeuf, I think that qualifies me as a mild drinker so I don't have an extreme case, right?
When I returned from the doctor, that lovely Paul I cohabit with asked me 'were you there for girl problems or do you have some sort of defect?'... he's a keeper. I'm pretty sure if I had that defect he would be looking for the nearest place to do an exchange or get a full refund. As you can imagine with a romantic like that, I'm waiting with baited breath for tomorrow's big Valentine's day. He will probably do something over the top since I don't have a defect he should know about.