First Shot

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

TBT: Thanksgiving with Ninny

Today’s #TBT photo is from November 2005 when my mother and her parents traveled from Texas for a visit to Cincinnati, where we were celebrating Thanksgiving. It was the first time my maternal grandmother Ninny met Miss C as we had just moved back to the United States from Italy a few months earlier. Miss C was two years old.

TBT: Miss C and Me

Today’s #TBT photo is from Sept. 5, 2004, when Martin and I drove up into the mountains near our home in Italy for some family photos. This is one of my most favorite photos of Miss C and me. We had just celebrated her first birthday a few weeks before this photo was taken. Now she’s a teenager. It doesn’t seem possible.

TBT: Julie and Martin in 1999

I’m certain I’ve shared this photo at some point before, but nevertheless, here’s Martin and me taking a selfie while waiting in line at Kings Island amusement park in Ohio during his first visit to the United States in August 1999. We did this with his big SLR camera and had to wait for the film to be developed a few days to see if it turned out okay.

TBT: Mt. St. Helens

My #TBT photo today was taken in 1985, when I was four years old, during a visit to Smith Creek Trail near Mt. St. Helens in Washington state. I’m in the driver’s seat while my Mom is holding Jill next to me, waiting for Dad to finish taking photos. We were visiting relatives in Portland, Oregon when we made the trek to visit the site of the 1980 volcanic eruption. You can see some of the destruction outside our vehicle: that area was once a dense forest of trees. Five years later at the time, it still looked like a ghastly moonscape. I do remember the sight of all those trees, flat and scattered onto each other like ashy white toothpicks, made more ominous by the rain and fog that day. Quite an experience that left an impression!

 

TBT: Prom

Lots of prom photos making the rounds lately, so my Throwback Thursday photo is from Prom 1997. This was right around my 16th birthday, too. I still have that blue and black dress, and recently suggested Miss C could save some cash and wear it to one of her dances in the future, but she thinks it looks “too ’90s.”

As if.

TBT: Fashionista

In today’s #TBT photo from my sister Jill’s first communion in spring 1991, I would like to draw attention to my perfectly coordinated accessories: the orange and turquoise purse (no doubt holding a few sticks of Bonne Bell lip gloss) worn snug across my chest, the double-pierced ears displaying both solid blue pearls AND dangling multi-colored spheres, as well as a neon pink and orange hair bow that was probably made out of shoe laces.

TBT: My Birth Day

Today’s #TBT photos were taken exactly 35 years ago today, just moments after I was born in Abilene, Texas. My mother Tawana was still in surgery, having developed preeclampsia (now known as HELLP Syndrome) that nearly killed the two of us. Continue reading