Today I learned that I have to start injecting insulin.
After 9 years of tablets, trying to beat the last dregs out of my pancreas, it is time to admit my pancreas is knackered.
About an hour of feeling depressed and dreading being a pincushion, and then I slipped into gear being practical about how to transport needles and insulin around the world, how to inform the DVLA, and how to avoid getting fat. I also read lots of things from people who said they felt much better once they were on insulin, and that is my lifeline because I have been having a rough time recently trying to control diabetes with a salad of various pills.