Thursday, March 24, 2011

Really? REALLY?!

I marched in...  Yellow container in hand...  I couldn't believe the looks I got...  the stares.  Yes, our 1st yellow container that hold all of Hudson's used needles is FULL for the first time.  I can't believe that my little boy was able to fill up that fluorescent yellow reminder that sits on our window ledge.  You can't miss it, your eye is drawn to it as soon as you enter my house.  It is YELLOW!  And maybe it just looks more yellow and brighter than it should since the sun shines on it all day, but still.. its a blinding reminder that we have a disease in our house that requires its glowing existence. Maybe it stands out more since my house is black and white and it is the only color in my kitchen besides the Stevia that is growing in pots on the same window sill.  I guess they are both funny.  I wouldn't be growing my own sugar in the first place if it weren't for the yellow Hazardous Sharps Container beside it. So, as I marched into my pharmacy, which happens to be a Grocery Store as well, I guess I should have expected the weird looks.  Who carries a bright yellow "Look at Me" container into a Grocery Store?  There is no reason for it to be there.  But as I  finally made it to the back corner and handed over my full "locked and loaded" pokes container, I smiled.  This plastic yellow disposal holds the reason why my son is still alive.  Without the poke ends that fill up this container... all 250 of them, my son would be so sick or even worse...  So I stand tall as I walk out with 2 more of these bright yellow inventions. Because if the happy shoppers knew what and who these yellow containers belonged to I am sure they would be just as grateful as I am.  So I say to the yellow reminder on my window " You burn my eyes you are so bright, but without the precious pricks you store inside you, my Sunshine would not be here!"

2 comments:

Unknown said...

So true! What a "sunny" reminder of the blessings the needles let us enjoy. I have three boys who are Type 1, last year we moved and had to get rid of all the sharps containers we were hoarding in the garage...all full of needles from years of keeping our boys alive. The guy at the sharps collection had saucers for eyes when we loaded his counter with our needles. It was a surreal moment for sure!

Glad to have found you! :)

Meri said...

Sorry, I was under my sons blogger account! The above comment was from me. :)