When I found I'd done all the Christmas shopping for groceries twice, and lost the car in the supermarket car park as well, I went home and tossed the tablets. I was in a terrible state both physically and mentally by then - but the clinic did not realise my decision for some time. The repeat prescription system must have revealed it to them and only time I have seen a doctor since diagnosis was a new one, trying to persuade me to resume taking statins. My diabetes seems to be secondary to that.
This morning I decided to risk walking around to the clinic to collect my thyroxine tablets and did not use my sticks - and for the first time I felt more than 90 percent positive that I'd make it back home without having to stop and rest. It is over eight months since I stopped taking the Metformin and statin. I have not ridden my bicycle in that time, nor ventured far from home by myself, but I am feeling more optimistic.