I think I would manage OK because I was diagnosed in 1964 and that’s exactly how it was. I will never forget the glass syringes and the wee boxes of six stainless steel needles (the needles expected to last about the same number of weeks). Also, the Clinitest and Acetest tablets, with the wee test tube and dropper for the former.
Another thing was the diet sheet. I smile when I remember the Sunday treat of the small Walls block of ice cream, which I think cost sixpence that replaced the three cream-crackers I had most other days.
Although it’s been more than a year since I was last at the diabetic clinic I usually find I don’t now understand all the doctor is talking about and have to ask for clarification. So, it always ends with me asking if I’m OK and the answer is usually always ‘yes’. That’s good enough for me. It’s an age thing!
Bill