The Pop of the Needle, from Marge’s Diabetes Diary


Marge Hislop's Blog

Lately I’ve been thinking about my past life. In 1957, a nine year old, I was diagnosed as a Type One Diabetic. As a child I felt my life was over. The doctor said if I took care of myself, I could live a rich and full life. To a child, rich and full seemed lacking without sweets and sentenced to giving myself multiple shots a day.

In 1957, needles and glass syringes were boiled and stored in alcohol filled nip bottles. The needles weren’t Teflon coated like today, thick, and had to be de-blurred on a fine Emery stone once a week to remover burrs. Even today the word “burr” sends chills up my spine. The tip of the needle would curl thus making for a dull needle and the feel of penetrating each layer of skin with a pop. The stuff of nightmares.

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Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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