.-.-.-.-.-.-. I am sitting at the inside glass walled kirurgitorget at akuten (emergency) at NÄL, Trollhättan. The doctor I was supposed to shadow is nowhere to be found. In the room there is a Swedish looking doctor with no sense of humor who tells me he is actually Czech, another one who looks like a foreigner but turns out to be Swedish studying medicine in another EU country. The third one is a Swedish medical student who has yet to go one whole year to get her degree. She is working as underläkare (junior doctor) and is free to use the journalling system and has right to prescribe medicines etc. They are trying to be formal and nice to me and trying to explain something to me like a beginner. I suddenly feel like an outsider, and am strongly reminded of the fact that I come from outside EU, still struggling to be a part of the system. I feel like I want to disappear from there, as I am actually not needed, nor am I doing any good. So I take the earliest chance and g...