LowHemoglobinA1cNoKetoacidosis
Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious
If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious
LowHemoglobinA1cNoKetoaci-doh-dis!
Umdiddlediddlediddle Eight-point-four umdiddlediddlediddle Seven-point-three*...
Summer of 1988 was my first year as a counselor at Clara Barton Camp**. Each year, the staff performed a skit for closing banquet. In '88, the skit was based on "Mary Poppins" and we wrote and performed such musical gems as the above excerpted song and "A Spoonful of Sugar Helps the Blood Sugar go UP!". Mary Poppins took a newly diagnosed Jane Banks into a chalk drawing of camp - where they learned a few lessons about diabetes, sang a few songs, and made a few jokes to entertain campers and parents. Jane returned from 'camp' with a new attitude toward her diabetes, just like in real life.
In my seven subsequent summers at camp we also butchered such classics as "Aladin" (when one of our best staff members arrived at camp with a fully written skit, having worked on it over the winter. CBC gets into your brain that way!), "The Wizard of Oz" (think, "If I only Exercised" in place of "If I only had a Brain"), and "You're a Good Man Charlie Brown" ("A Book Report on Clara Barton" instead of "A Book Report on Peter Rabbit"... because what girl has been through CBC and not done a book report on the old gal?).
It's amazing what overworked, underpaid, way too tired from checking the bloodsugars of a cabin full of campers at two in the morning young adults can come up with if you dangle free soda in front of them.
*yes, in 1988, an A1c of 8.4 was good and 7.3 was fantastic.
**not to brag, but I count 6 out of 35 T1 OC Blogs as being "Barton Girls". That's a whopping 17% of OC bloggers. And there's a mom of a Barton Girl under the parents section. How cool is that?
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We're the Girls From Barton Camp
You hear so much about!
The people always look at Us
Whenever we go out!
We're noted for our Wisdom
And the Naughty Things we do,
But what the heck do we care,
The Boys are Naughty, too!
As we go marching,
And the band begins to P-L-A-Y!
You'll hear us shouting,
"The Girls from Barton Camp
Are on their Way -ay-ay!"
Oh the Barton bunch is the truest and the best and we keep things going and we never take a rest and we have one yell and we yell it all the time and it Goes Like This...
Camp Barton Forever!!!
(I remember you being at camp when I was a camper, Kassie. Me, Brooke, and Liz. Oooh, and the Artist Formerly Known as Bug. And Hannah!)
Barton is amazing. If I ever win the lottery, they'll get a big whack of money from me. I was stunned at the turn-around in Olivia after attending mini-camp there three years ago. She came back with self-confidence and a surety about herself that I've never been able to insill in her on my own. Every year, she grows more and more confident and takes more and more ownership of her diabetes. It's awe-inspiring.
“This little Barton light of mine, I’m going to let shine.”
Don’t forget to light a “Barton” candle in memory of camp on Christmas eve.
I remember all those skits. God- I thought all you counselors were so cool (and ok- I still do).
This weekend A. will once again listen to Barton stories as we drive by the exit on the Pike as we head to her family's house.
Green trees surround us
Blue skies above
Friends all around us
In a world filled with love
Taps sounding softly
Hearts beating true
As campers say good-night to you.
I remember most of those skits. I think Aladin may have happened after my departure from camp.
Any Barton girls know the world that is camp is magic. Whether you start at 6 or 8 or 16 or 18, camp has that same magical effect. You realize you're NOT near alone with diabetes, that you're stronger than you ever thought you could be, that there is NOTHING you can't take on or that you couldn't face. Magic.
I think the Mary Poppins spin off was my first or second summer at camp. I was pretty sure I wanted to grow up to be a CIT at that point.
I sort of miss Nabs, white glucose tabs, and honey packets right now.
I hated peanut butter until I started working at camp. Pretty quickly, I figured out I had to learn to love it!
I can only eat nabs during June, July, or August though
I went to Barton six weeks after being diagnosed in 1983. I went to camp terrified of shots (each one took about 30 minutes of summoning my courage) and determined to never go to Joslin (those docs were supposed to be mean). I came home a completely different kid. Shots were a snap and I actually wanted to learn what those docs at Joslin had to teach me.
Barton made D no big deal, and I found friends that have gotten me through some pretty major milestons in life. I honestly don't think I would have made it through two successful pregnancies without Barton ears/shoulders to lean on.
And those babies are being entertained and lulled by all of the great songs that being at Barton for years and years taught me!
Meredith, who comments just a little too frequently to stay anonymous much longer
"Barges" is a great lullaby!
K
I tried to sing that in my head... I just couldn't conquer the Lowhemoglobin etc... part - LOL.
Hi Kassie, My name is Julie Pond I believe we where at CBC together I am new to this blogging thing but wonder what is the OC blogger? and how do I get on it would love to read CBC girls blogs and also how do I save the blogs? hope all is well Julie
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