Patrice had an appointment with the doctor today and I couldn’t go with him because my stomach decided to start acting funky in the middle of the afternoon. Funky is really a nice wayt to put it… what I went through was awful enough to make me want to cry, ha ha! TMI? Oh well! I also had to miss my first freedom evening with Elisa because I thought it was not fair that I didn’t go to the medical appointment with Patrice, and then I would say I had the energy to go out and have fun? I don’t think so. Plus, the TV is hogged tonight with the Habs (who are losing, so bye-bye, Stanley Cup) and there wasn’t a chance for us to catch a chick flick on DVD.

Anyway, Patrice got the results from his last blood work and everything is fine, except for the fact that his uric acid is higher than normal and now he has to go on a low purine diet. He’s freaking out, like any other man who’s been told they have a health condition, but I told him not to worry… I’ve had this and that during my life, I’m not dead yet. I just found some useful info for him and now it’s time to tell him to get a grip, stop being a baby and think positive. After all, it’s not serious and it can be treated. I have to admit I was a little bit nervous, but I’m relieved it’s really nothing that cannot be fixed.