We had my daughter Donna, in the U.S.A., send us the needles I needed, and later we found drugstores that imported the insulin I needed. All this went on while I was working with the Westwind business jet. Finding different drugstores, in a strange town and different language, she earned more than her pay then. When we returned to the U.S.A. in 1980, we transferred to a Masonic Lodge near where we lived, in Canoga Park, California. Now, it's much easier for a diabetic to get jobs.
Some companies are still restrictive, but generally it's easier all around.
But, that's another story. I ended up professionally as a quality assurance engineer. I was a job shopper the last five years I worked. It's higher than an inspector. It was for metal work, but I worked in electronics, too.