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).