This morning, I checked my blood, and then accidentally stabbed my eye with my mascara wand, and then impaled my hand on an open safety pin. Fitting, because today is the first day I get to inject myself with insulin because my pancreas is on strike. I got the Porsche of diabetes equipment, apparently, so it should be pretty easy and fast.
Martin went with me to see how it is done. He doesn’t know yet that I’m gonna make him do it.
(He may be on to me, though, as I’ve slipped and called him Nurse Ratched about three times already…)
The shot itself appears easier than the MOPP nerve-agent injection pens we got in the military, too. No need to bend the needle and hang it from my chest! Continue reading →
Martin forgot his sunglasses, but I found one of the girl’s glasses in my door. Not a perfect fit, but they go with MY outfit, so it works. Also, they just played Falco on the radio. Roadtrip success. Continue reading →
For the past week, my son and I have both been dealing with a cold that won’t quit … a real test on his asthma and our methods for managing it. (Photo taken during one of his treatments a few days ago.)
Today, he had a doctor’s appointment to get some new meds. Unfortunately, Martin could not join us, which meant I was on my own to communicate in German, to explain and describe what we’ve been experiencing. I was so anxious! Continue reading →
After a rough start this morning, I probably had three consecutive meltdowns while trying to find parking this morning. It’s impossible to find parking near my work on a normal day, but someone somehow thought it a GREAT idea to hold a massive bazaar attracting crowds of people in the middle of a construction zone on a work day, making the parking issue SO MUCH WORSE.Continue reading →
I know, I know…ultrasound pics are really all the same, and blurry, and confusing, and aren’t nearly as interesting as food pics! But I just have to share this one of FestBaby making a legit open-mouth laugh emoji-face.
For the past few days, my son has been coming to us in the middle of the night, seeking help when his asthma flares up, and he can’t stop coughing. Fortunately, a few puffs of albuterol do the trick, but I keep him with us so I can listen to him in the night.
Usually takes awhile for me to fall back asleep, but that’s mom-life, right? Continue reading →