When I was diagnosed they used to whip you into hospital till you were sorted out. I was in the last bed down the far end of the ward and next to me was a lady called Brenda who'd had a heart attack. Despite an over 30 year age gap, we had a similar SOH - and neither of us was 'ill' at this stage, so we had as much fun as you can have in hospital really. On Day three ish the nurse brought my jab to do so I swung my legs over Bren's side of my bed and did it without any fuss.
From the other side of the nurse still in front of me a familiar Northern voice said 'Oooh, Jenny - I'd die if I had to that!' and I laughed and said, 'Well I'd die if I didn't Bren!' absolutely without any deep thinking, just immediate repartee. Then realised what I'd said and how absolutely true it was, and felt immediately very 'odd' indeed. It was only then it really 'hit' me - and I was very pleased I had someone nice to talk to about it, handy.
It was a feeling that I think everyone gets that I always still refer to as 'feeling lost, alone and unloved' - cos it's the nearest description I can apply to feeling absolutely bereft. I didn't know then but do now that although it isn't constantly with you, you do get it from time to time when it's totally unexpected for ages. Years in my case but the gaps between just got longer, before it eventually ceased.
Now - how can I or anyone else get THAT across to someone who hasn't been there, done that?
And back on topic LOL - the number of folk who would ask me 'How long have you got to have the injections for?' in the 1970s obviously doesn't change much, does it !!