You want to put what, where? Uh, no, that’s OK I think I’ll pass. Given the state of modern medicine and how far we’ve come in the last 50 to 100 years, I’d strongly recommend running in the exact opposite direction if you ever encounter one of these.
We’re back at the Metchosin Pioneer Museum today taking a look at a few antique needles and syringes. This is a continuation of the running photoblog series we’ve posted “The Antiques Toad Show” that shares a large series of images we captured one day when our best friends, the Mudpuppies, facilitated an after-hours private shoot for us inside the museum. Their dad, known as The Curator, was kind enough to make the museum available exclusively to us; a real photographic treat to say the least!
I really hate needles. Always have. If you haven’t heard from me in a couple of hours here, I’d sure appreciate someone sending out a search party in case I passed out at my desk.
But antique ones really make for compelling photography, don’t they?
It’s hard to think how far we’ve come in a short time, especially in the realm of modern medicine. Just this past weekend we were at the Metchosin Schoolhouse where we had complete private after-hours access to the facility. We came away with another huge set of images to share from that session. As we were performing the shoot we were talking about life in the olden times and how things have changed. At one point the discussion turned to old methods of gynecological care. I have to say, some of the stuff we used to do to our fellow human beings, just a few decades ago, is rather hard to get your head around.
Some may call this barbaric, some may call it a form of torture. I call this one huge needle. Anything that has a chamber this size intended to hold some form of chemical intended to be injected into someones body has to be the result of an Evil Scientist’s work, doesn’t it? Some may even argue that these are veterinary devices. To which I heartily respond “don’t horses have feelings too?”
This last set we encountered was all I needed. At this time in the shoot I became quite convinced we had accidentally stumbled into the lair of Doctor Evil himself. I’ve seen 44 caliber bullets that are smaller than this thing! As an honest matter of fact, is someone came at me with this I think I’d loudly profess to prefer the sidearm solution to being jabbed with this jousting lance. And that would be the point I would begin my fast sprint.
So, next time you’re at the doctor’s office for whathaveyou, and the doctor wants to poke you with one of the modern, much smaller needles, just remember this post. I am sure it’ll make you feel better.
Nah. It didn’t work for me, either.
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