I am an British-Irish-Italian-Sicilian American (mostly Italian-Sicilian).... moving to Norway. Coming back to the States makes me realize I miss my own culture. I miss being around people that understand me and make me feel at home. I am not saying that my family didn't try to make me feel at home, but I still felt … Continue reading What I Miss
I am in the United States now. If you're just tuning in, I am trying to immigrate to Norway from the US. My visa is stupid and now I have to be here away from my husband at my parents' house along with my cat, Stoner. He's a pretty, black cat. My parents were babysitting … Continue reading Social Science Rules.
There is a pupper I live with named Rappo. This pupper is a an awesomely cute pup. Here is a picture of cute puppers: Unfortunately no Norwegian person will call a dog, pupper. You should probably stop using the word pupper. It means boobs.
I have been living for five years believing I was Type 1 in the United States. I got a call about a blood test I did recently while in Norway to measure how much insulin I actually make. I make insulin, but I just can't use it which is the description for Type 2 diabetes. … Continue reading I’ve been living a lie.
Do all Norwegians look blond, blue eyed and bushy tailed? Do they look like Anna and Elsa? What does a Norwegian look like? It's a stereotype to think they all are fair, most definitely. It is one stereotype about Norway that I have had to come to terms with that I am just wrong about. … Continue reading The Blond Misconception
I am angry. I am angry that I was tossed aside in America to have contrainindications. Loosing limbs, kidney failure, blood transfusions. . . . all were to be my future. The more I learn from the Norwegian healthcare system the more upset I feel. I believe healthcare is a right. Why should the rich … Continue reading American Healthcare is Stupid.
Despite airport security thinking my insulin pump was a bomb in Chicago, not being able to bring my black cat with due to a bunch of bullshit papers, and being tired out of my mind- we are safe in Norway. As for my black kitty, Stoner, my fears happened AGAIN. He did not have what … Continue reading First Days in Norway: Part I