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Homecoming Parade


Extra points if you can spot me!

I’m posting this super late even though I wrote about it forever ago. Forgive me? Thanks.

This week is homecoming week and yesterday was the homecoming parade. Homecoming week, while fun, is one of the most stressful weeks of the school year because there are about four billion activities after school, all the stuff that the band participates in, everyone seems to be taken over by hyperactivity and craziness, drama about the dance, and then, of course, the usual ginormous homework load. Cue more stress than usual.

I’m planning on blogging on the individual homecoming events, but here is what happened at the parade.

So before the parade I was at a solid 176mg/dL. I didn’t correct for it because I figured I was just about to march the parade and then I would be carrying my usual smarties in my pocket. Except I forgot to put my bag of smarties in my pocket. I didn’t notice until we got there. But I figured, hey, no big deal, we’re only marching right back to the school, and besides, I’ve never been low for a parade before, so I’m fine.

This is the moment where you all get the opportunity to laugh and tell me that there’s a first time for everything. Oh, and did I mention that I also forgot to bring my tester with me? Now this is the moment where you get to ask me WHAT ON EARTH WAS I THINKING. Exactly. I wasn’t.

So the homecoming is super awesome in a few different ways. First of all, it’s short. Second of all, we play a variety of songs instead of repeating our standard parade song and the drum cadence over and over again. It’s a nice release from monotony. Also, the band is the very first thing in the parade, which means the party doesn’t start until we get there. And finally, everyone (except the band) carries candy around and throws it to the little kids who come and watch. So basically little kids now know to bring bags when the homecoming parade comes around.

So a little while after we stepped off, I started to feel low. You guessed it. I thought I could stick it out until we got back to school and then I could eat my smarties in peace. But then it got to the point where I wasn’t playing at all and I had a girl switch with me from the outside to the inside so I would be more masked by my not really marching style kind of thing.

After we stopped so the police could direct traffic, I realized I was in a lot of trouble.

And then I had the brilliant idea to go ask the cheerleaders and poms for their candy. Thank God for cheerleaders and poms. They were super nice and gave me whatever I wanted, which was mostly stuff that I could eat quickly. It was kind of entertaining when some of them offered me lollipops (not something that can be eaten quickly).

So it all turned out but wow that was kind of (a lot) terrifying looking back on it. I was so lucky to be able to get something to raise my blood sugar, because I think I would have passed out otherwise.

Let that be a lesson to you (and my future self).



Stem Cell Research Plus a Cure

beta_cells_for_webSo today I ran across all of these articles saying that a Harvard researcher and scientist who has a son and daughter with type 1 diabetes has had a breakthrough in stem cell research in which stem cells are a starting point for beta cell transplantation and ultimately insulin produced from the body itself.


Granted, we still are a few years off from human tests, so don’t get your hopes up to astronomical levels yet. My mom wants to know where I can sign up for the human trials.

As for the animal test subjects, on behalf of the diabetic community, we thank you for your sacrifice.

I really don’t know what to say about this. I haven’t really ever thought about the fact that diabetes may be cured in a serious manner before. It didn’t really seem like something that would happen in my lifetime. If I was cured with of my type 1 diabetes, how wou998ld I feel? I probably would be experiencing a lack of something, I guess. Hold on, how many carbs are in this… Oh right, I don’t need to count carbs anymore. Times the four billion other things type 1 diabetics think about daily.

What would you do if you woke up one day and found out that a cure had been found for the disease you’ve been living with for years? I find myself wondering that.

Well, guys, homework is calling. Ciao for now!


Mary PoppinsI sat down to write a blog post and put Pandora on, and of course Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious came on. And then, zam! topic change. I’m rolling with the punches here. (Disclaimer: no diabetes talk here. But I still like to think that I’m an interesting person.)

I haven’t met anyone who doesn’t fall into the range of seriously enjoying or loving Mary Poppins. I may be about to be proved wrong with this blog post, but I really don’t care. I will always love Mary Poppins.

(Side note — my word processor thinks that ‘Poppins’ is spelled wrong. That’s irritating.)

I loved Mary Poppins when I was a kid. When we drove to the mountains, my parents would put show tunes on the stereo, and Mary Poppins was one of the favorites (the other being The Sound of Music, but honestly, who can go wrong with Julie Andrews?)

Mary Poppins came to the Denver Center for the Performing Arts, and my mother bought tickets. I’ve seen a ton of shows there, including The Lion King, and I’ve never been so transported as I’ve been with Mary Poppins. The music was wonderful, the actors were excellent, and she flew out into the audience. I’m writing about it now, and I’m getting goosebumps.

Saving Mr BanksAnd then I went to high school and took a lot of history classes and Mary Poppins took on a whole new meaning. For example, (“one night I said it to me girl, and now me girl’s me wife.” Just kidding. And you’re a champ if you get that reference.) Anyways, I understand why Mrs. Banks had time to be a suffragette, why she would do such a thing anyways, what economic and social class the Banks were in, etc. It’s even more fun to watch Mary Poppins now because I understand it on a whole different level. What a great movie.

About sixish months ago I saw Saving Mr. Banks when it came out in theaters with my grandmother and mom and I just about died when hearing the the Mary Poppins melodies used as the music score. I mean it. Dead.Mary Poppins Musical

And now my school has announced that out school musical this year is Mary Poppins. Oh. My. God. (Sorry, Mom. “Gosh.”) And we even outfitted our auditorium with aerial stuff so Mary can fly and Bert can walk on the ceiling. I’m dying over here of excitement. Holy cow!!

For the past two years I’ve participated in the pit orchestra for the school musicals (and that is a whole story unto itself, so I’ll tell you later) and now I am incredibly excited to try out this year. Mary Poppins here I come!

Lots of love,

Claire MontgomeryMary Poppins

Harry Potter is Awesome

rowlingI love Harry Potter, in case any of you were wondering. I can quote the first line of the first book word for word. I have read them a million bazillion times. I can trump anyone at a Harry Potter quiz. (Ask me something. I dare you.) My number in lacrosse is 7 because according to the Harry Potter books, seven is the most magical and powerful number. I am so obsessed that I am writing a fan fiction of what happens after the seventh Harry Potter book but before the epilogue.

(Fan fiction is where you write in the world that the author has created (ex. Harry Potter, Twilight, Star Trek, etc) and use their characters and make your own plot. There are multiple websites hosting fan fiction. I waste many hours of my life reading fan fiction. Look it up. It’s worth it.)

So one day I was looking for another interesting Harry Potter fan fiction to read, and I came across this really interesting one in which Harry had type 1 diabetes. Wow. So of course I had to read it. It was really interesting. This was a long time ago now, and I haven’t reread it or anything, but I remember Harry fainting a lot from low blood sugars and thinking that was weird because I’ve never fainted from a low or anything like that.

So while I didn’t exclusively enjoy the story, we’ll say, it did get me to thinking. So if Harry really did have diabetes, wouldn’t the magical world of Harry Potter be able to cure him, like, instantly?

Actually, when I was younger, I used to wish that I would get a Hogwarts letter and that I would show up and then Madame Pomfrey would say, “Hey, Claire, come here so I can cure your diabetes really fast,” and then I would never have to worry again.

So I was wondering how it would feel to be cured of diabetes instantly. I don’t think I would know what to do with myself. I feel like I manage myself relatively well so it wouldn’t be strange to just go eat and eat and eat. Though I would escape the whole exercise deal (managing your blood sugars seems like an impossible task while exercising). I don’t know. How would you feel if you had diabetes and then all of the sudden, alakazam, you didn’t anymore! What would you do?

Oh, and if you are interested in any good Harry Potter fan fiction to try out, comment and I will give you a suggestion!

Have a good day! And may all be well with your diabetes!

Claire Montgomery

Diabetes Awareness Month

blue_circleHappy Diabetes Awareness Month! I

So I was asked to do this a few weeks ago but I’ve been so busy that I don’t even want to talk about it. But November is running running running out so I’d best get on it. So hello again!

This is to spread the word. Thanks to my friends at American Recall Center.

So, diabetes, huh? Isn’t that the disease where you ate a ton and then got really fat so you got it? People don’t ask me that question, but I can practically hear them think it. And I am soooo sick of it. I have heard on national television, on Oprah no less, to Type 2 Diabetes referred to as Diabetes. Which ticked me off because I have “diabetes” and I didn’t have a terrible diet. In fact, I had pretty much stopped eating by the time I was diagnosed.

So I thought I would take the time to give a little lesson on the truths of Type 1 Diabetes. And while Type 2 Diabetes is a perfectly horrible disease in its own merit, it is NOT Type 1 Diabetes. They are two completely different things. I am not someone to be put into a compartment labeled “Diabetes,” but rather someone to be put into a box labeled “Type 1 Diabetes.

So here we go:

1. I did not have a bad diet that lead to my diagnosis with diabetes. My pancreas, for whatever reason, stopped making insulin, which makes me insulin independent.

2. I can eat WHATEVER “normal” people can eat. It is not required that I regulate my diet. I just have to give myself insulin for food intake. insulin-and-diabetes_1

3. I am capable of achieving everything a “normal” person can achieve.

4. Many people talk of something called a “diabetic diet.” It doesn’t exist. Different people do different things.

5. I am 100% capable of being an athlete. Being a diabetic does not make me a cripple. I just need to watch out for myself.

diabetes6. I check my blood sugar six to eleven times a day to make sure that I stay healthy.

Those are just a few things I think people should know about Type 1 Diabetics.

Please spread the word.

The Royal Wedding

I’m off topic, but what are you going to do?

Yes, this is exactly what you think it is. Somehow, my dad ended up on the balcony while the royal couple kissed. Hehehe (evil laugh). And I’m totally jealous.

He has a caption contest that you can participate in too.

All jokes aside, who woke up early to see them take their vows?Me? I’m content with YouTube.


Claire Montgomery
Type 1 Diabetes, diabetes blog, Wedding guest

Interesting Diabetes Article

Hi guys! I just recently got an email about an interesting diabetes article concerning insulin. I thought that it was cool so I´m going to share it. Just click the link above.

I know this is a short post, but I just wanted to get it out there. Also, quick tip: Go down to view the article, there is a lot of ads and other stuff on top.


Claire Montgomery
Type 1 diabetic, Insulin Pumper


Hi everyone! This is my first post! I will be blogging about my life with diabetes. As you might have guessed, my name is Claire. I will try to update regularly, but as a seventh grader, the homework mounts up.

Bye for now!

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