150 Words on Oranges

(picture taken in Morocco, 2013) 

Before I was instructed to inject hypodermic needles into my own tender skin, the nurse let me practice on oranges.

With my left thumb and forefinger, I pinched an inch of the fruit’s flesh, and with my right, slid the thin needle into its pulp, pressed down the plunger, and injected two units of saline. After three more rounds of practice, the nurse gently took the oranges away. She handed me a fresh, orange-capped syringe. I shifted in my hospital bed so that my gangly, pre-teen legs were straight out in front of me.

Soon, I’d learn that there are various places a person with diabetes can inject insulin: upper arm, stomach, hips. My first spot was my upper left thigh. Trembling, I pinched my flesh, like I had the fruit. Determined to do what I must to save my own life. My hospital room smelled like citrus all night.

 

3 Comments

  1. Sarah February 7, 2017 / 5:24 pm

    You never cease to inspire and amaze, Sarah. Love this little piece. <3

    • Sarah V. February 7, 2017 / 5:31 pm

      I would say the same to you <3 and Thank you.

  2. rick phillips February 8, 2017 / 2:11 am

    Sarah, I ate my orange. Three times. Yeah I was very hungry.

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