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 smell
I 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