Still the King

The Up? It's been a long time in the making; but I finally got offered the job in Are. I had to pretty much harass poor Jonas; the director of the ski school in the north of Sweden, but I got there in the end. I got an email early last week saying that I made an excellent impression on the interviewers last time and now that I have my ski instructor's certification and a bit more Swedish under my belt? I am in. I am just waiting for a final email confirming my start date and then I am hitting up Singapore Airlines to sort out my ticket at the end of the year.

But what would good news be without a little dose of the bad to go along with it?

The Down. So I finally got an appointment with a highly coveted orthopedic surgeon here in Melbourne. It took me over 6 weeks to get in but I got to see him. About five minutes later, a quick look at my old MRI and a poke around and he could see that unlike my previous diagnosis of just a tibia fracture; I have some cartilage damage as well. Shit. I am booked in to have another MRI later this week to take a closer look at it and will most likely need surgery again in the next month or two.

The big questions are, will I make a full recovery in time? Will my insurance cover it? And will anybody ever insure me again? I did it before and I am going to do it again. I am fitter and healthier than I have ever been so I should be equipped to handle the recovery process with a vengeance.

Anyways, this is a travel blog and traveled I have. This weekend Mamma shot over to Sydney to pay my big sister a visit and nurse her through her hip surgery (what a grandma) So I decided last minute to jump on a plane and join them for the weekend. Coincidently Pappa was at Melbourne airport on his way to Sydney one hour before my flight... small world. I changed my flight over (resulting in a 4am wake up on Saturday morning for me) and met him at the airport for the first of 3 breakfasts. The weekend turned out to be a little family reunion of sorts; the first time we have all be in the same city for almost 4 years. I spent most of the weekend eating, but managed to squeeze in a quick personal training session with Amy and went out with Dad and his girlfriend of three years (who I have not had the pleasure of meeting until now) for lunch on Saturday. Mamma flew in Saturday night and we did a lot of eating and a little walking. The weather cleared up for a walk along Coogee beach before shooting back to the airport on Sunday for the flight back to Melbourne.

In the meantime. Sales sucks but it gets me money (hopefully hit my bonus and then some this month; so far so good!). Training is kick-ass but I am getting no sleep (5am wake ups and 13-14 hour days). Study is coming along very slowly, trying to squeeze in some progress but by the time I get home I am dead to the world. Ah well, I can take it. After all; I am the king of ups and downs.