I usually say no it doesn't hurt and then show them how tiny the needle is. Obviously it does hurt sometimes, but compared to other pain ive experienced it is nothing, and i think it's the last think im worried about when it comes to diabetes!
I find the needles don't hurt. Sometimes parts of my stomach seem more tender than others.
Also if my room is cold overnight then the insulin can hurt a bit for breakfast.
I've on the Novofine needles which are nice and small and barely register on my pain scales. However some wally at my GPs printed out some non-Novofine needles which were longer and bigger. Muchos ouchos. I complained to the pharmacy wondering why they'd given me different needles. They showed me the prescription they'd collected on my behalf and proved the surgery had made a mistake. A painful mistake that. I made sure the surgery fixed that. Still got some of those needles but won't use them as they really do hurt. If I run out of Novofine I'll have to use the others but I'm pretty good at managing all my medication and gear so that shouldn't happen.
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I can sympathise with your dislike of needles Marc. I hate the idea of them going into my veins - my wife has to go with me for my blood tests and hold my hand.
Cheers Alan.
🙂 I think, and Mum agrees, that I'm probably someone who was born with a hatred or fear of needles. Not made much better by my diagnosis of bilateral hearing loss (deaf in both ears that means!) at about 2 and half years old. So that meant a lot of tests whenever I went to my hospital consultant in London. And that meant lots of needles for blood tests and the like. Once my consultant went to a conference some other consultant hosted and thought I showed a lot of the symptoms of this weird condition this consultant was trying to prove existed because his counterparts in America said it didn't exist. So more tests. I had to have radioactive iodide injected into me so that the iodine would end up in my thyroid and the radioactivity of it would show up on an X-Ray and they could see what my thyroid function and so on was like. So it was radioactive iodide injected with a plastic needle. You know when old TVs used to not have any reception and you'd get that black and white fuzzy-ness? Well Mr Doctor tried to inject the stuff into my arms and I almost passed out, became very sweaty and all I could see was the black and white fuzzy-ness. I had to get into a wheelchair and have my Mum wheel me up and down in the cool air of the corridor to cool me down. Then the doctor tried again and told me I had veins like trunks of trees. Didn't do much for me that.
Then I had to spend an hour without moving my face with a big metal scanner plate or something in my face. It was so close to me I couldn't focus on it and it completely obstructed my view.
Thankfully I had a walkman and was able to listen to Queen's Made In Heaven. Quite a nice soothing album considering the circumstances.
And then I got diagnosed with Diabetes. Irony in full operation there.
Same here, I hate blood test needles and flu jabs etc. and my fear of blood tests became worse after my weekend in hospital after being diagnosed with diabetes. First of all the nurse tried to get a line in a few times in differnent places (eeek) then a DOCTOR (the ones who are worst at it) and he managed to hit my artery (yep it hurt ALOT) and then eventually another nurse tried and got it straight away. I have small veins
Ouch, bad luck. I almost passed out and vomited when they took blood for my diabetes diagnosis. I had to be helped into a room with a bed, lie down with the window open and a fan on me and suck some minty sweet to get my blood sugars back up.
I went to the hospital a few days later to see a Diabetic consultant doctor who confirmed that I had Type 1 diagnosis. For some reason they wanted more blood (see I told you, irony!) and we had to go and find the phlebotomist. Naturally I wasn't looking forward to this but we found out the phlebotomist was actually a trained phlebotomist and not just a nurse. She was a lovely woman from New Zealand and spoke to me and Mum like we were people and not just walking blood samples waiting to be taken. We told her about my record with needles and blood being taken. She just said, calmly and confidently, that no-one ever faints or feels bad when she takes blood. And she was right! Seconds after the needle was out, which I barely felt, I stood up and felt like nothing had happened to me. So I think it was a mixture of her being trained at this, indeed doing it every day, and not just being a nurse trained in basic blood taking but also her friendliness and character really helped.
Strangely we've not actually gotten the results of the blood test. They weren't taking it for blood sugar as I'd been issued with a tester by then. I must ring the hospital and find out what it was for and what the results were.