Who is Jay Cutler, anyway?

Hi guys. So I am sitting here in front of the Broncos vs Giants game. Manning vs Manning. Go Peyton. And yeah.

And that made me think of one of the Broncos previous quarterbacks: Jay Cutler. Apparently he’s now the quarterback for the Chicago Bears right now. Or something.

But Jay is diabetic. (I’m on a first name basis with him.) He actually got diagnosed when he was with the Broncos, so the whole Colorado diabetic community got their hopes up thinking we would get some serious representation. Didn’t happen. And then he left the Broncos. chi_u_cutler01jr_576

And now I just read an article about him talking about diabetes, who is now apparently growing a mustache to raise awareness for men’s health.

So is this just Cutler getting older and wiser and deciding to give to his community, or is he trying to make up for it? I went into write this article and was going to be pretty mad at Cutler, but now I’m not sure. Maybe I’m just mad that he’s with the Bears, but I like Manning better so I’m not really affected.

So I guess it’s really a congratulation to Mr. Cutler here for getting his act together and talking about diabetes.

But still, go Broncos!

Girls and Pumps: Fashion

I recently received a letter from a girl named Sam who had a pump wearing tip for girls.

Hi! I’m a diabetic too! I read your post about wearing your insulin pump on your boot while you wear a dress, and I have a tip. It’s sort of strange and not to everyone’s liking, but I love it! I wear my pumpinsulin_pump in my shirt on an everyday basis. If I’m wearing a sports bra I just stick my pump in it. I rarely feel it there! Also, you can buy thigh bands for when you wear dresses that have pump pockets. These are ways that don’t make wearing a dress uncomfortable, and that also make it less “awkward” when taking your pump out. Take care!!

I’ve heard putting your pump on your bra, but I’ve never tried it. I guess that’s something I’m going to have to go do.

However, I’ve never heard of thigh bands, and that would be awesome to try out. I’ve always worn shorts under my dresses, and I have mastered the “how to take your pump off under your dress without anyone noticing” technique. It’s really handy.

Thanks for the tip, Sam!


Claire Montgomery

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Fan Mail: Amanda

Thanks for sending me mail! I love it. :)

Hi Claire! It’s Amanda from school :).  Although I could just tell you this in person on Tuesday, I figured that I know you love fan mail, so I may as well send you a message :D

I came across your blog from the link you put on Facebook, and although I don’t have diabetes, I clicked on it anyways and read several of your posts. I know we sort of know each other through school, but I’m glad I got to see this side of you through your blog. You are such a strong and inspirational girl and I think it’s wonderful how you’re not afraid to talk about diabetes both on this blog and in everyday life.

I’ll be the first to admit that I tend to exaggerate bad things that happen to me and make them seem like my life is so terrible. I have a bad hip that sometimes causes me a lot of pain. I have seasonal affective disorder and am in therapy for it. And a lot of times I convince myself that living like this is so awful. “I hate having to miss dance class because my hip is hurting” or “what will my roommates in college say when I have to do half an hour of light therapy each morning?” get me down easily. Hearing about what you deal with and how you keep a positive attitude helps remind me that I need to keep my mind off the little things and focus on what makes my life good. Really, dealing with things like a hurting hip or SAD isn’t nearly like dealing with diabetes, and I need to remember that more often.

So the bottom line: you are such an inspiration and I am blessed to know you :)

Thanks so much, Amanda, for taking the time to write me a note. It really means a lot to me.

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When I Was Diagnosed

My aunt learns how to give me a shot.

My aunt learns how to give me a shot.

I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes on March 6, 2007.

It has been six years since my life changed dramatically. But never fear! I am still totally awesome and in control of my diabetes (feel free to lay heaps of praise on me). But let me tell you my story.

My parents thought I was lazy. It’s a sad story, but it’s the truth. I couldn’t walk up the stairs without having to stop and catch my breath. I read all the time. I was tired all the time. I didn’t want to do anything. And there was the bonus factor of me never being hungry and having to drink and go to the bathroom ALL THE TIME. (My parents still feel guilty for not noticing. But what the heck. I still got diagnosed.)

We went skiing right before I was diagnosed with diabetes. And ice skating. And I wasn’t having a fun time for either of these activities. And just a warning: My parents and I don’t agree on an exact order of the events that followed. But we all agree that they happened. So because of that I am going to tell the story of three separate events that can be put into any order that you want. And then after that I will go into the story of events that I know for sure happened when they did.

Event 1:

We went ice skating. We were up in the mountains of Colorado, so the lake was huge and very frozen. And I could not ice skate for the life of me. I kept having to sit down on the benches that they had on the edge of the lake, and watching my parents and my siblings skate. And I also remember that I was really thirsty, but there was nothing to drink. Finally, our ice skating excursion ended, but my parents by this point had noticed that I couldn’t walk, so Dad pulled the car up and Mom carried me to it.

Event 2:

Dad went to the store to get root beer and ice cream because we were going to have root beer floats. But first we had to eat a good amount of dinner. I distinctly remember having chicken that night, but I did not eat because at that point my body was resistant to food. But I still got the root beer float.

Event 3:

The purpose of the trip to the mountains was to go skiing. Except I never got to the skiing part of the trip. As we reached the ski resort, I threw up in the parking lot. Dad promptly took me back to where we were staying, and then I slept for the rest of the day.

So those are the three events. But what I do distinctly remember is the actual day that I was diagnosed.

That morning was the morning that we were going to go back down to Denver from where we were staying. It was cleanup time, but I didn’t help clean up because by that point it was pretty obvious that I was sick. So my siblings and parents cleaned up, while I lied in bed and drank sugared limeade (which is pretty ironic) and felt miserable. Finally we all piled in our car and started the drive down to Denver. After about thirty or so minutes of driving I started to get really scared. I was having these hallucinations or something like it, which now I assume were a result of a prolonged extremely high blood sugar. So we pulled over and then Mom went to this store and bought me a stick of candy (which is also pretty ironic). Then we continued driving. Then I really had to pee so we stopped at my grandfather’s house so I could use his bathroom. At that point my parents had called the pediatrician and arranged an appointment. So when we got home it pretty much worked out that my mom and siblings got out of the car, and then my dad and I pulled right back out on the way to the pediatrician.

When we got to the doctor’s office, I was pretty miserable. And that was an understatement. When we finally got into the little examining room the doctor who was me examining took one look at me and guessed. She sent me to the bathroom to go pee in a cup, and that was all the confirmation  she needed. She told me that I had diabetes, and that I needed to go to the emergency room immediately. She didn’t want me to go in an ambulance, however, but they told my dad to drive as fast as he could, and that they had already called ahead for me.

After the diagnosis several other doctors came in the room to look at me, because apparently I was a “textbook case”. I really felt like I was in a fish tank.

I spent the night in the Intensive Care Unit of Children’s Hospital in Denver. I really don’t remember a whole lot about that particular experience, except that when I got to the hospital, there were quite a few other kids waiting to be looked at in the emergency room, except  when my dad told them who I was, they took me in immediately. It was apparently pretty serious.

I was so dehydrated that the nurses couldn’t find any veins to stick and IV into. Which sucked. And I felt really bad so I threw up on a nurse. Sorry about that. The night nurse kept waking me up every hour to pull my blood, which was annoying, since I really wanted to sleep.

And I can’t really remember much about that morning either. Except that Mom had stayed the night and Dad went home to be with my brother and sister, and when he arrived at the hospital in the morning I asked him if we could finish watching 101 Dalmatians, the movie I had started to watch the day before. My father claims that is the moment he knew that I would be okay.

My godparents came to visit and gave me a stuffed dog, which I promptly spilled water all over, which earned him the name of Puddles. A couple of other people came to visit too, but I can’t really remember.

Because I responded so well to the treatment, the hospital released me that day and we went straight to the Barbara Davis Center for Childhood Diabetes in Denver for training. It was a long day, because it’s pretty hard to give someone  complete rundown of diabetes in a couple of hours. I know now that most of my information about diabetes is based on experience.

When we got home that night my mother and father and I were all pretty overwhelmed. We were going to eat, and my parents were freaking out about giving me a shot, which made my brother and sister cry. So the freaking out part of the whole equation was a failure.

Since then, diabetes has been a whirlwind adventure for me that has changed my life. And here’s for hoping for a cure. :)


Claire Montgomery

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I like fan mail. So I just have to share.

Hi Claire. My name is Lily, and I have read ALL your posts. First I thought it would be horrible to have a pump because it would be uncomfortable but because that you said its really good, I suddenly want one!!! Thank you for helping me like the pump with your awesome and funny posts!!

Writing this blog seems worthwhile to me when I am able to reach out to people and help them with their own journey with diabetes.

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Diabetes Supplies in Mexico

I received a comment on one of my previous posts that reads:

Hi. I have a question. I see you have lived in Mexico. I am having horrible issues finding pump supplies here you have any ideas?

So I thought I would answer the question. images

When I lived in Mexico, I knew that I was only going to be there for ten months, so I brought all of the pump supplies that I was going to need with me. To do that, I had to go to my doctor and get a special prescription that said I could order more pump supplies then I usually needed.

I don’t know if that helps, because my circumstances were different then people who live in Mexico all year round.

Hope that helps!


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Halloween and Diabetes

One of the biggest misconceptions about diabetes is that diabetics can’t eat sugar. Which, quite plainly, is wrong. Diabetics can eat sugar, and really, as much of it as they want, as long as you manage your insulin and blood sugars.

So basically, it’s okay to go Trick-o-Treat. And it’s okay to eat candy. I have had diabetes for going on six years now, and every year I’ve gone Trick-o-Treating. All you have to do is to think about diabetes and give  yourself insulin for everything that you eat. I might even go as far to say that you should bolus or take an injection fifteen minutes ahead of time, but really, eat the candy. You wont die.

If you’re still skeptical, then sell your candy to your parents. Quite a few of my friends have gotten rich over that prospect. You can also save your candy for low blood sugars.

Bottom line: It’s okay to eat candy, as long as you manage your diabetes along with it. Eating candy wont make you a “bad diabetic”. But above all, have fun!


Claire Montgomery

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I’ve said before that I really like it when people email me. This email is a little different because it comes from someone who isn’t a diabetic. But personally, it makes the email so much cooler. It’s actually nice to have people trying to learn about diabetes, instead on just assuming something and then taking their assumptions as gospel. Props to Sophie!

Hey, Claire!

I was just reading your blog and think it’s so cool that you are sharing with others what it is like to have diabetes. I love how you write from such an honest, relatable point of view.

I don’t have diabetes, and I can’t completely sympathize, but I realize the hardship of it, and how other people are so uneducated about the topic.

It’s really amazing how honest your point of view, and I think your stories and advice will help hundreds of thousands of kids. You are an inspiration to not only people with diabetes, but also people without diabetes. Your blog has opened my eyes to diabetes and all the experiences that come along with it…

You are an inspiration! Hope to talk to you soon. :)

-Sophie :)

Sophie, you are awesome, and thanks for emailing me!

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