I remember my mother buying me disposal syringes she asked why not on prescription was told cos they are a “ luxury” also with the old glass and metal syringes the needles in comparison to the 4mm ones we use today were like the Apollo 11 rocket and being told to change them when they were blunt. The only diet soft drinks were 1 cal and Tab cola both were rank. I do wonder how people today would manage they would of course as the alternative isn’t good but I wonder how
I was diagnosed in 1966 aged 11 , and well remember those glass syringes and the “ blunt” needles . Doctors were quite pleased when I was diagnosed as diabetic after having been admitted to hospital with suspected leukaemia. Doctors cheerfully reassured my mother I might live 50 years ( now 57 years ago!) . On the day she came into hospital to learn on me to administer my infection ( I had already learnt by practicing on oranges for days and found it was far more fun to suck up the orange juice and shoot it across the ward!) she managed to stick the needle right through the pinch of skin ( I was very thin) and out the other side! Neither she, nor anybody else, ever administered my insulin injection ever again.
After 3 or 4 years I began to develop what would now be described as an injection phobia. I would draw up the dose and sit on the bathroom stool finding it incresingly difficult to actually insert the needle . These were not the short thin needles we use today but were of such a diameter I doubt they would have bent - ever. It began to get steadily worse as I would sit there almost paralysised whilst my father sat in the car on the drive with engine running , waiting to take me to school and get to work on time himself. The solution proved to be a metal spring operated gun , which held the loaded syringe . You cocked the spring , placed the “barrel” against your thigh and pulled the trigger. All over in a moment and the crisis solved . Later when I was put on a regime that involved injecting twice a day , I used to scare my fellow school pupils by calling to attract their attention just as I was injecting into my stomach . Probably be considered bullying these days, but for me it was my way of dealing with having to inject at school.
To this day I inject in public , discreetly and only noticeable to anyone looking hard , but nobody has challenged me yet.