Last week I found something in the back of my cupboard that changed my life at the age of 9. Allow me to reminisce…
It’s the late 1980’s. Kylie and Jason have just got married in Neighbours, shellsuits were the nearest to fashionable they’d ever get and Sunday afternoons were spent recording the Top 40 onto cassette from the radio. Amidst all of this, a beautiful apparition showed itself to a young girl with diabetes. She used ugly plastic syringes to stab herself with twice a day and life was ok, but a bit restricted. Then along came…fanfare please…the Novopen! A sleek, elegant piece of marvelousness that allowed her to double the number of times she stabbed herself every day. That’s surely not a good thing I hear you cry? A poor child with twice the number of puncture holes in her body, which monster would advocate such a thing?
That thing of beauty – the Novopen – went with me everywhere. I never left the house without it, because it gave me freedom. If a friend asked me to stay for lunch, I could call home to check and the only question I was asked was “Have you got your pen?”. If I answered yes, I was free! I just needed to be back for my evening injection of long acting via syringe.
My silver, metal Novopen was with me from the age of 9 until I was roughly 22. It survived school, holidays, going away to uni, getting engaged, getting married, starting work, moving house. I discovered the delights of having a partner – if we went out together I could get him to put my pen in his pocket, rather than carrying it myself. Yes, I am easily pleased!
Disaster struck in my early 20’s. It was announced that the slim, slender, elegant, metal Novopen was being replaced by a new generation of obese, plastic siblings. Apparently, my slim little pen didn’t contain enough insulin for the ever growing insulin hungry type 2 market, so it was being replaced by a model that could hold twice as much insulin. From that day on, all pens had extra girth and a certain cheapness about them. To say I was unhappy is like saying I think my pump is just ok. It’s a complete understatement.
Look at the picture, how is replacing the beautiful, stylish, slimline Novopen with an oversized piece of plastic a step forward? Ah, the good old days, when pens were beautiful, remember them?