Can it get any worse?

Wednesday December 14. I finish lunch with a hole the size of the grand canyon in one of my molars. It cracked completely in half after biting on a grape pit. Not much pain at the time but still very annoying. Just my luck that I'm stuck in Luxemburg for a 3 day course. The dentist will have to wait till I get back. I give him a call to make an appointment. He's got time....in 3 weeks. Can it get any worse? Unfortunately... yes. I get a call from my boss later that afternoon, "Jan, there's been a last minute request to supply a candidate for the United Nations Mission in Sudan. You're seriously being considered. Just thought I'd let you know."

Wow, that came out of the blue. It takes a while for it to sink in. The next morning I got the final confirmation. I'm to be appointed Senior Officer Air Operations in Juba, Sudan for a period of 6 months. I leave in February. That leaves me just 7 weeks including the holiday season to get everything sorted out. I'm sure this is only the first of many challenges to come...