When I first started my diabetes life I was taught to take all shots of insulin in my thighs. I was told I could take them in my stomach and arms but was shown the thigh method from a nurse who came to my house once, two days after I was diagnosed.
One day after we received a welcome packet from the American Diabetes Association, I watched this VHS tape that came in it with my dad. The host of the Welcome to Diabetes video was none other then dLife's Jim Turner. I remembered seeing his face in movies and TV shows and was surprised to learn that he was a type 1 like me! Wow!
In the video as he is discussing living with diabetes, he drew up a dose of insulin in a syringe and unbuttoned one button near the bottom of his shirt, moved it to the side to expose his stomach and took the shot in a matter of seconds. The whole time still talking except for the second he bit his lower lip and punched the syringe in.
"Did you see that?" My dad paused the tape and we watched the quick shot several times. "You should try that. Did you see how easy that is?"
The next morning my dad talked me into trying it and after the 30 minutes it took just staring at the tip of the needle and my tummy, I found the courage to plunge that needle into my gut and it was fine. Thanks Dad and J.T..
So now that I started using Symlin and have to inject that, I find my stomach is the place of choice. One thing I have read about is people taking shots through their clothes. I had never done this before and honestly, it sort of freaked me out. It goes back that bizarre fear that a needle is going to break off inside of me and float around destroying my innards. Yeah right.
The first time I did it I was nervous of course. I always wear an undershirt so I figure I should probably make it easier on mister needle and lift the outer shirt and just dose through my t-shirt. As I held the Symlin pen in my hand I looked at my stomach, the t-shirt, the needle, my hand, and I could hear my heart beating. It took me back to that morning at my dads house. I felt that fear. I remembered Dad cheering me on. And Jim Turners flannel shirt. It all came swirling back and then I did it.
And it was fine.