Ladybirdy75 said:Oh lordy i remember those days. The test tube and drops of water and pee and having to colour in little squares in an exercise book to match the result for clinic reviews. Ugh and i remember my mom having to boil those glass and metal syringes then put them in a tupperware tub in surgical spirit. Ha ha i was 5 years old when i was diagnosed in 1975 and remember having a strop and telling mom and dad i was leaving home. When i sheepishly returned from walking 2 yards down the road my dad had locked the door and put my tupperware tub on the doorstep as a joke [FACE WITH STUCK-OUT TONGUE AND WINKING EYE] It is much better these days. How on earth did we survive on 1 injection a day??!!
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rochari said:Anyone remember the Palmer Injector gun? My older brother kindly bought me this after he started his first job. It felt like a gun, had a trigger and you placed the glass syringe firmly along it's top, pulling it back to increase the tension. There was a little base plate you rested against the skin then you pulled the trigger. Whoosh, the whole syringe shot forward and the needle went deeply into you. I was only then about 12 years old and it scared the heck out of me. I only remember using it once although I couldn't tell my brother that!
rochari said:Thanks folks, loving the memories. 50 years type1 here and the changes have been amazing.
I remember the little trays of stainless steel needles each of which was to last about 10 days. Also, the glass syringes came in two different needle fittings. If I recall correctly mines was Luer and my mother and grandmother's were the older, narrower 'Record' fit. In our house it was a mass 'boil up' every night, using three different pots to sterilise each of our kits.
The diet sheet was scary. Instructions like, 'two potatoes each no larger than the size of a hen's egg'. The Sunday treat for me was the little bar of Walls ice-cream which i think cost sixpence. I wasn't allowed the wafers though :lol:
Anyone remember the Palmer Injector gun? My older brother kindly bought me this after he started his first job. It felt like a gun, had a trigger and you placed the glass syringe firmly along it's top, pulling it back to increase the tension. There was a little base plate you rested against the skin then you pulled the trigger. Whoosh, the whole syringe shot forward and the needle went deeply into you. I was only then about 12 years old and it scared the heck out of me. I only remember using it once although I couldn't tell my brother that!
Bill
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