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!


Claire Montgomery

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I Give Myself Shots in the Bathroom Because I´m Cool Like That

Contrary to my ¨I’m cool with it¨ attitude in the title, this is actually one of the weirder things that I’ve done and I’m so looking forward to being able to stop.

As I mentioned in my last post, my pump broke so I am going pump-less for the next couple of days. I am sort of cool with it fashion wise, because now I don’t have to hide it in my school uniform and I don’t have to worry about what to say if someone sees my pump. It’s awesome.

However, now I can’t just eat whatever I want to whenever I want to. Take shot for dinner, oh, we have ice cream, you know, on second thought I think I’ll pass both injection and ice cream.

I’ve decided this for sure: I’ve been taking my pump for granted, and it’s time to cut it out and tell it that I love it. Maybe that’s why it broke in the first place. I’d completely forgotten that it hurts to take 20 units of lantus. Gah.

Also, giving yourself a shot in front of everyone sort of labels you as “freak show”. People already freak out when they see me check my bloodsugar, so much to the extreme that I’ve had to take precautions and go on trips to the bathroom or hide the darn tester under my desk. Giving yourself a shot is just one step to many above “stick a needle into finger and bleed”.

So, I am going to the bathroom and giving myself shots for lunch there. People might think I’ve got really bad diarrhea or something but at least they can miss the “horrifying part of sticking a needle into my arm”.

A little less freaking out, folks. And hold the applause.

I even have to sneak my needles into my lunch box so people don’t see them and wonder. I’m already the weirdo with blond hair who speaks English, so I’m going to try my very hardest not to become the weirdo who gives herself shots and bleeds for the fun of it. Nope, not a chance.


Claire Montgomery
Type 1 Diabetic, Teenage Diabetes Blogger, Cleanest-Stall-in-the-Bathroom-Searcher

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My Key To Life Broke

My brother came up with that one (the title). Actually, my insulin pump broke, but same difference, right?

I got home from school on Thursday and when I tried to bolus for a snack, none of my buttons would work. For those of you who don’t know, I use the MiniMed Paradigm 722.

So anyway, I was playing around with it and changed the battery a couple of times to make sure that it wasn’t a battery problem, and then I called Medtronic. Yup, sure enough it was broken. Lovely. Not.

So I’m back to injections for the next couple of days, and I’ve been quickly realizing why I went onto the pump in the first place and how much easier my life has been. (Not to offend those of you on injections. I’ve also realized how much cooler you guys are with having figured out how to make your life work with injections.)

It even gets more complicated then it already is. Remember how I live in Mexico? Well, that means mail is a lot more complicated. Usually Medtronic will send you another pump overnight and it will arrive the next day. That really isn’t an option when your living in Mexico. My dad regularly leaves to the US for work so we had the pump shipped to his next hotel.

Nonetheless, I am pumpless for the next few days. At first I thought it was awesome. I could wear what ever shirt I wanted to without my pump sticking out and there weren’t any holes in my body. But then I started to hate my 20 units of Lantus every night, taking a shot whenever I wanted a banana, and well, you get the idea.

We’ll see what happens.


Claire Montgomery
Type 1 Diabetic, Diabetes Blogger, Pumpless and Unhappy


Major Change in Diabetic Food Caused Uproars

Yah. I’m being dramatic. But I do have some awesome snack ideas!

It’s sort of a fact that diabetics can’t eat what everybody else can eat. I hate that rumor. Well, I suppose it isn’t a rumor, because it mostly goes for type 2 diabetics, but on some days I just beg for sugar free, or mostly sugar free snacks. Like the days when I’m high and just wont come down. Like last night and today, for instance.

I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but I’ve been living in Mexico for the past year. In Mexico, they’ve got some pretty crazy, but awesome snacks. For example: They take cucumbers or jimaca or watermelon or honeydew or pineapple or a mixture of all of the above and put salt, lime, and chile on it. Okay, I know that you’re thinking that I’m crazy and that nobody in their right mind would put chile(spicy stuff) on their fruit. But the combination between the sweet and the spicy is very good. I love it.

So this is pretty much a low carb snack, and therefore excellent for high-blood-sugar days. When I’m high and hungry, I usually don’t want to sit still and eat carrots. Give a little twist to your fruits and veggies!


Claire Montgomery
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My Gum Drops Are Out To Kill Me

Okay, maybe I’m joking.

My normal pencil bag candy for school is Smarties. I’ve mentioned this before. Well, last time I checked, Smarties are strictly American and Canadian candy. And, oh right, I live in Mexico. So it might be time to extend my candy preferences.

So let me remind you about something: I absolutely loathe Smarties. And that’s exactly the reason why I carry them. The basic idea is so my willpower doesn’t crumble and so I can same my Smarties for when I’m actually low. Also, so I don’t eat too many of them and go high.

The Mexican candies I have to choose from are pretty limited. There’s candy with chile (basically spicy stuff), which even though I like, it’s hard to eat fast, unless I want the fire extinguisher and I to become best buds.

So when Mom and Dad went on a shopping expedition, they came back with gum drops and chocolate covered raisins.

Here’s the good/bad news: I actually like these candies. I sense a high blood sugar in my future.

The problem is this: Okay, maybe my willpower doesn’t collapse, but when I’m actually low I eat too many of them, and then go high. Or my willpower crumbles completely, and I go high. It’s sort of a lose lose situation.

My dad is a speaker, and so he flies out of the airport to go to jobs. So the last time he left, what do you know, he brought me Smarties.

Maybe one day I’ll figure it out.


Claire Montgomery
Type 1 Diabetic, Insulin Pump User, Candy Eater

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Mastisol + Accident = SpiderMan

Well, I’m a diabetic who uses a CGM, or a Continuous Glucose Monitor. I live in Mexico, which is a humid climate. And guess what? Humid climates aren’t the best place in the world if you want your CGM to stay stuck to your body. I mean, like fall of the moment you put the needle in your body. So my doctor, Stephanie, recommended Mastisol, which is this sticky stuff that makes the CGM stay put. I mean, if you doused yourself with Mastisol, you would become the next SpiderMan. Seriously.

Give Me The Candy!

Low blood sugars in Mexico.

When I’m low at school, I eat Smarties. Unlike in the US, people here don’t really know that I have diabetes, where in the States, it was just some sort of random information that wasn’t big news.

Here, nobody knows about it. I mean, I don’t like to publicize the fact that I have diabetes, but it’s really hard to explain to people that I have it when they notice my insulin pump or see me testing my blood sugar, because I don’t speak Spanish, and my questioners usually don’t speak English. I can usually fumble out a sentence or two, but they just look at me blankly when I say, “Tengo diabetes.” (“I have diabetes.”) Then they nod wisely as if they know exactly what I’m talking about, but turn around and shrug at their neighbor. And I don’t have enough language skills to explain what it is.

So back to the Smarties issue. So, as you know, I eat Smarties when I’m low. I hang out with a strange group of friends at school in Mexico. Two girls speak pretty fluent English and another girl speaks a ton of English, but is in no way fluent. Her name is Adriana. Sofie and Atalya are the fluent ones.

So one day I made the mistake of giving them all Smarties and Adriana hasn’t left me alone since. “Can I have some candies? Can I have some candies? Can I have some candies?” She doesn’t understand that I have to have these candies or I’m in trouble if I’m low. Finally I got fed up with it and got Sofie to translate that if I didn’t have these candies, I could end up in serious trouble that might end up in a trip to the hospital. Adriana left me alone for about thirty seconds and then started asking me for more candies. Here’s what I say to this: Never give candy to someone who doesn’t understand why you might eventually need it.


Claire Montgomery
Type 1 Diabetic, Diabetic Teenage Blogger, Candy Giver


Just a heads up.

So I have ‘up and moved’ to Mexico. My parents want my brother and sister and I to learn Spanish and get a culture shock and things like that, so here we are. We’re only living here for the year, but that is more than enough time to get some freakin’ awesome stories.

We live in a town called Bucerias, which is north of Puerto Vallarta. My siblings and I go to school called Colegio Bucerias.

I live right by Puerto Vallarta.

This is just a heads up so when I start putting out stories that all seem to take place in Mexico, you guys are warned.

Oh, and FWI, I don’t speak Spanish yet. Just so you know.

You can read about my Mexico adventures here.


Claire Montgomery
Type 1 Diabetic, Diabetic in Mexico, Blond Mexican