The other week I ran out of needles in the easy-reach box in our under-stairs cupboard. I have a couple of nicely painted IKEA boxes there where I keep my day-to-day diabetic supplies. Pretty thrilling stuff, I think you’ll agree.
I went upstairs to my diabetic warehouse and was horrified (well, not really horrified at all; more mildly surprised – I’m trying to build tension here) to discover that my pharmacist had given me the wrong needles. Now, in the interests of professional courtesy said pharmacist should remain nameless. But he won’t, he’s called Simon and his pharmacy is on the Dalry Road in Edinburgh. Anyway, that aside, I noted the only actual difference from my normal needles was the size.
Since diagnosis I’ve used teeny-tiny 5mm needles which are so small that even my most needle-phobic friends take no notice of them. However, these brutes were 8mm – shock, horror! But bravely shrugging aside the extra 3mm I started using them.
Lo and behold! 8mm is actually a much better needle for me. I get much less “insulin ooze” post injection – where insulin that should stay in your body leaks out, making your t-shirt smell of disinfectant all evening. Never ideal. Additionally the extra 3mm has made no difference in terms of pain or bruising which is, in turn, ideal.
I think this whole wrong sized needle-thing was caused by the fact that when I was diagnosed five years ago I was as skinny as anything – for obvious non-diagnosed-Type-One-diabetes reasons. Now that I’ve got my insulin management nicely under control I’m back to being fat. In fact I’m now much like the hideously grotesque guy who portrays “Gluttony” in psychopathic chucklefest Se7en. Well, sort of.
So there we have it, when it comes to needles its obvious that biggest is best! Bring on the 50mm horse-needles I say!