An ode to a sharps bin

by Collette McColgan September 27, 2015

written by Collette McColgan

It's important to pay tribute to the things that get you through

Sharps bin_edited Oh, sharps bin

Thank you for protecting me from rogue needles after I have injected myself.
Though you are lovely at your job
It is a shame that you are yellow.

I don’t like the colour yellow
Because it reminds me of a medicine that I don’t like.

Other than your unfortunate shade
You do a grand job.
I couldn’t self-inject without you,
My faithful mustard friend.

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Collette McColgan

Copywriter Collette McColgan, who wrote this article, was diagnosed with JIA aged three. Now 25, Collette has been part of our team from the very beginning, writing countless articles, including at one time an Arthur’s Place blog. Collette's journey has included various drug therapies, growth hormone treatment, calcium infusions and surgery on one elbow. She has a boyfriend called Mike and a cat called Bowie.

An ode to a sharps bin

It's important to pay tribute to the things that get you through

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