It is me, Argo.

Hi there, It's 07:55 I am sitting on a plane that takes me to Tromsø university hospital to have a surgery. The procedure should be quite standard and I will be sent home in two days if everything goes well. They are going to remove the titanium fixation plate from my spine. This is a long anticipated moment for me and will improve my condition at least a little bit if not more. The plate has kept me from bending my spine in its entire length and also causes me pain as I go about my walking trainings.  So, send all the positive energy and happy thoughts in my direction the next 24 hours  and have no doubt - I always know when someone does that. I will keep you posted with pics and stuff. Stay strong and take care of your bodies! 09:23 update Took a taxi from the airport to the hospital. I am generally calm, but the thoughts of when I was here the last time start to rise like bubbles from the depths of an ocean. Its slowly ripping open something that I thought w...

Dear diary,  I have more than seven thousand excuses for not writing for such a long time. To count a few and maybe name the most important one - my magic writing pen got empty of refillable ink. It’s one of those special-kind-of pens that needs a refill bullet every once in-awhile (depending on how much it is used(which is apparently a lot in my case)). It’s like one of those Parker pens, but not-parker to be more precise. As we started strolling away to that path I can of course mention how difficult it is to find those refill-bullets up here. Let me tell you exactly how it happened. The pen looks like this (the blue one): I went to town and strolled in the first book shop hoping for a quick solution (I really needed this, because I had already written two stories in my special notebook with an average pen, which was OK, but didn’t feel that special and could possibly damage my future writing skills). They offered me a lot of refills with a pointy end looking like this:...