They know me here in the village, but then again, there aren't very many mano depresive americans hanging out in this end of Sweden, so that's a given Then I go into the town to get the stuff they don't stock in the boondocks. The pharmacy people are very discrete, but the med clinic folks have a bad reputation for gossip, and that's not just my paranoia talking. Ah, the joys of small town life. At least we don't have to live right in the middle of it.