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Just shoot me now. It's 3:45 and the itchiness has kept me awake for the past two hours or so. Considering I went to bed at midnight, this is crap. I'll try to make an appointment with a regular doctor tomorrow. So far my encounters with Swiss doctors have been them sending me to a specialist, but I'll take any help I can get. I don't think I can go on like this until the dermatologist appointment 21st of August without going bonkers.

Woman!

C discoveres that the woman he's talking to on the phone is Norweigian:

C: *in Danish* "My woman is from Denmark."

When telling the story at home:

May: "You said kvinde?
C: "Yes, wife, right?"
May: "No, woman."
C: *cracks up*