Aye, and besides drug users on the streets, that’s who the top picture was actually for. I can’t recall how many of those signs I’ve seen when I was picking up needles with my insulin. I also know my uncle reused his up to 10 times or so. Worst I’ve ever gone was like 5-6. It’s actually quite difficult to get needles when you’re not at home and forget some (and they’re annoyingly easy to forget).
Yes, I get that. So what I was saying, in a continuation of your comment on insulin needles being used that way, was that the top picture here, showing what needles looked like after multiple times of use, was most often displayed near pharmacies, where insulin and needles were dispensed to diabetics. I saw them there more than I ever saw them in anti-drug areas/campaigns. I was further adding in the perspective that there was a good reason for doing that, as diabetics (and probably other users of injected drugs) were most definitely reusing needles, as evidenced by the stories from my uncle and my own experience.
Aye, and besides drug users on the streets, that’s who the top picture was actually for. I can’t recall how many of those signs I’ve seen when I was picking up needles with my insulin. I also know my uncle reused his up to 10 times or so. Worst I’ve ever gone was like 5-6. It’s actually quite difficult to get needles when you’re not at home and forget some (and they’re annoyingly easy to forget).
Wait, what? I meant reused as in the vial and my body…
Yes, I get that. So what I was saying, in a continuation of your comment on insulin needles being used that way, was that the top picture here, showing what needles looked like after multiple times of use, was most often displayed near pharmacies, where insulin and needles were dispensed to diabetics. I saw them there more than I ever saw them in anti-drug areas/campaigns. I was further adding in the perspective that there was a good reason for doing that, as diabetics (and probably other users of injected drugs) were most definitely reusing needles, as evidenced by the stories from my uncle and my own experience.
That’s honestly a bit terrifying…