Saying No

For over a month I've been torturing myself with a new medicine regime perscribed by my doctor for my diabetes. Yesterday I said "no more".

On Monday I doubled up on the injectible medication, going from 5 mg twice a day to 10 mg twice a day. The fun also doubled. I went from nausea most of the day to out-and-out projectile vomiting, almost immediately. A week of not being able to keep down the simpliest of foods, like saltine crackers, left me weak, depressed, and … oh, yeah, my sugar levels were down, but who cared? I know I certainly didn't. By yesterday I was a mess of muscle soreness, weakness, and frustration.

I called the doctor, of course getting his nurse. After explaining the torture I had been enduring for the last few weeks she agreed with me that maybe this medicine wasn't the right fit for me. I'm still waiting to hear back from the doctor on what the next move is going to be… increase the oral meds? Try a different one? Insulin? I don't know. I only know that I am never going to go back on Byetta again. Ever. I'm taking a stand. I refuse to live like that. That is no life.