I crawled into a sickbed and was then wheeled to a hospital room where I would be waiting to take a few tests. It was quite embarrassing as I considered my health conditions to be stable. I was wasting the resources that could be useful and even crucial to genuine patients. A category I did not consider myself belonging to.
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I’m on the flight heading back to Norway after spending six days in China. A break from the routines. I call it “runaway”. The phrase is certainly used with a metaphoric sense as I don’t have a good cause to justify the expression.
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Strangely, or should I rather say coincidently? Many of my previous posts were written in cafes. Cafes of different styles. Vintage cafes with an old-fashioned charm, stylish ones with prime focus on minimalism, family-run cafes with a homely atmosphere, and exotic taverns with beautiful sea views, located either on a Greek or Gran Canaria island.
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