Dodo
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When I used the Palmer, the needle would embed itself in my thigh which meant I then had to take the syringe off the injector and reconnect it to the needle that was in my leg and take it from there.
When I used the Palmer, the needle would embed itself in my thigh which meant I then had to take the syringe off the injector and reconnect it to the needle that was in my leg and take it from there.Wow! I was never offered the Palmer Injector or the hypo guard thing..
Which was just as well. I got memories of the needle occasionally left in my scrawny 8 year old leg when it popped off the glass syringe & wondering what the heck I do now..
Happy days..
How on earth did they manage to sell it?!!When I used the Palmer, the needle would embed itself in my thigh which meant I then had to take the syringe off the injector and reconnect it to the needle that was in my leg and take it from there.
Yup - that was my first syringeThings have come a long way.
I had forgotten how dinky it was though... except for the needle obviously
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Yes that's the Hypoguard I also used. Not sure what the item at the bottom is and I'm not sure I want to know!I've found a picture of the Hypoguard Automatic Injector which is exactly the same as the one I used. It's top right and is in amongst other diabetic 'museum pics' that folks here might find interesting. I'd love to know what the small piece of equipment bottom right is. Another hand-held injector?. The photographs are on a British site I've never heard of, I've spent some time this morning reading through it and it's now added to my browser favourites. I don't normally post links but it came up as a 'safe' site on both my virus and malware checkers. The link is:
https://type1bri.com/wp-content/gallery/jdrf-day/20161105_150759.jpg
Bill
I've found a picture of the Hypoguard Automatic Injector which is exactly the same as the one I used.
When I used the Palmer, the needle would embed itself in my thigh which meant I then had to take the syringe off the injector and reconnect it to the needle that was in my leg and take it from there.
It was called RiteDiet Fruit Cake!Jaylee, do you remember the small cake for diabetics sealed inside a can and you needed a tin-opener to get to it? That was the Christmas treat I was given from the mid-60's. Never got it any other time as my folks, bless them, said it was too expensive.
Bill
Same hereAll the dread and fear and loathing of doing my injections as a child just come back and hit me. WOW pictures bring back memories. At one stage I have have every single one of these items. From the pee testersupwards. How time have come along all for the better I must add
I remember that! Omg,i feel old.It was called RiteDiet Fruit Cake!
All so called diabetic food was very expensive in those days. I remember the Energen rolls which were lower carbohydrate. It was obvious why they were so low as when you broke one open they were virtually just an empty shell.Jaylee, do you remember the small cake for diabetics sealed inside a can and you needed a tin-opener to get to it? That was the Christmas treat I was given from the mid-60's. Never got it any other time as my folks, bless them, said it was too expensive.
Bill
I remember when we tested Energen Starch Reduced rolls with iodine solution at school. Dr Shaw, the Biology teacher, was probably my favourite. He was a very engaging man with wild hair, beard and twinkling eyes, who spoke with his bottom lip curled back over his front teeth. When the iodine hit the inside of the open roll, which as @Dodo says was an empty shell, the iodine went just as inky as with the potato test. Dr Shaw, pointing at us in an almost accusatory fashion, said "So you can go home and tell your fat mums that these are not starch reduced. They are bread reduced!"All so called diabetic food was very expensive in those days. I remember the Energen rolls which were lower carbohydrate. It was obvious why they were so low as when you broke one open they were virtually just an empty shell.
Teachers got away with far worse, and not just physically. We have gone to the opposite extreme now!Fat mums! Oh my gosh.
I never thought about washing powder. I always thought of metalic chalk dust. They made me screw my face up in spite of having minimal energy and brain function. What's changed?!This has made me laugh so much! I was diagnosed aged 7 in 1976 so remember metal and glass ( also the pain if you dropped it while jabbing and it scored your arm ). The smell of the urine tablets, the smell of boiling syringes, the smell of meths, the smell of Sorbitol - oh it was all about smellI was given a metal gun that fired my syringe at me and left attractive bruises, don’t think it caught on. I remember shouting from the toilet ‘Mum it’s blue, can I have a biscuit!!’ or more boringly ‘Mum it’s orange, can I have another drink?’ My Nan bought me some sweets called Skells which ripped the roof of your mouth off and were in foil tablet type packets, but were also a handy laxative. Supper was two thirds of a slice of bread with a Bovril drink. My cordial came from the chemist and was the price of a pair of shoes. I hate Dextrosol tablets as they still taste of washing powder. My Mum used to bake using vanilla pods so my cake contributions at Brownies were always left until last. I was allowed two sugar shrimps weekly before the school swimming lesson, and the local newsagent rang my Mum to blab that I’d fallen off the wagon and was running amok among the pick n mix, I changed my allegiances in sweet shops. Funny memories - thanks for sharing x
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