Someone’s Idea of Torture?

I recently found a picture I took late last summer with my craptacular camera phone.

In this picture you can’t make out what I was seeing with my eyes, but let me tell you, it sent a shiver of fear up and down my spine. The picture first, then I’ll explain…



I know, I know. You can’t see a damn thing. Honest, it’s not even worth investigating.

Allow me to set the scene for you.

I was shopping for a cheap suit. I went to one of the local department stores (which will remain nameless), and started picking things off the “budget” rack. I took the clothes into the fitting room to try them on.

I slipped off one of my shoes and glanced down at the floor. As the light bounced off the back of my eyes and my brain registered the data that was coming in, my heart nearly stopped cold in my chest.

Needles (well, actually pins) everywhere. Every damn where. For every square inch of carpeted floor there were between 3-5 pins laying there. Almost so bad that I didn’t have anywhere to safely put my diabetic feet without risking an accidental stabbing.

I slipped my foot back in my shoe (after snapping a quick camera phone picture for all of you!) and left the fitting room without trying on a single thing. It just was not worth the exposure.

The clothes were too expensive anyway.

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Scott K. Johnson

Patient voice, speaker, writer, advocate, and Senior Community Manager at Blue Circle Health. Living life with diabetes and telling my story. All opinions expressed are my own and do not necessarily represent my employer’s position. Read more…

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