Somebody should make a My Embarrassing Syringe Story thread, Lord knows we've all got one.
Here's mine:
I've had the same neighborhood pharmacist for years, during which we've become first-name friendly chit-chat neighbors, as well as pharmacist and pill taker, so I was pleased and proud to announce that I was upgrading to e-cigarettes, tell why I wanted syringes, and ask if I'd need a prescription to get the non-sharp-and-pointy kind. Nice fat ones.
Zoom! went his brows in alarm! He looked around anxiously, then very uncomfortable, then everywhere but at me, mumbled something sort of vaguely affirmative that yes, a prescription, then in an attempt to recover, offered to give me ones without needles free.
I thanked him, but said, no, I needed the needles to get down into the Wal-Mart pillow stuffing inside the cartomizer, and the very next day at the doctor's office, I asked her for the prescription.
Zoom! went her eyebrows, too! But she recovered almost instantly, and gently reminded me that especially since I'm not on insulin yet, because of some of the medications - and the quantity of them - that I DO take, for either herself or the pharmacist to be on record as having provided me ANY kind of needles and syringes, probably wouldn't be a good look...
Is anyone here old enough to remember, on Saturday Night Live, a comedian called Chris Farley, who used to do this bit where he would hit his forehead with the heel of his hand, and go "STUPID!
STUPID!"
On the positive side, I am a very, very lucky woman to have such sweet and thoughtful people taking care of me!
Oh, and the Happy Ending - I did what I should have done in the 1st place - read about it some more here. I ended up sending off to the DIY one stop store, who sent me some fine fat non-pointy syringes, and I've been practicing hard with them every day to get ready to commit the blogrant on The Syringe Method for my fellow aged, infirm - and heavily sedated.
