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Thursday, Have I mentioned how glad I am to be back in the States? It's cold. It's raining. You can't get a decent piece of sliced turkey breast that hasn't been smoked. I got rained on when I walked around Gamla Stan this afternoon. And there's a sense of Bergmanesque doom and gloom over everything. Or am I just sick? Damn it all. This is what happens when you shove strangers together and make them breathe recycled air for 12+ hours. I feel like a veal calf that's just been tenderized -- my throat is raw and sore, my ears ache like a bitch and my sinuses are sending down Defcon 1 alerts. What a wonderful way to spend a vacation with the husband I haven't seen for a month -- sniffling and coughing like Typoid Mary as I gently prod all the sore glands and lymph nodes around my body. I dunno -- maybe I should take advantage of the fact that I'm still covered by Swedish medical insurance while I'm over here and get a medical. Technically I have coverage in the States through COBRA (and TBS is even paying for the first three months of premiums), but I'm loathe to use it for one very good reason -- if they do find something unpleasant, it'll be recorded as a pre-existing condition and may not be covered by my next round of medical insurance. Life just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it? Feh. Anyway, I'm supposed to have lunch with Eva and Anne tomorrow, and this weekend I'm seeing The Mummy Returns again with Lyndon and Jackie, and with any luck I should be able to rent a car for the weekend -- whee! Wonder if I should drive past the Vägverket and give them the finger like I planned a year ago.
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