Hi, I’ve been a member of the forum for a good while and I tend to drift in and out, reading lots but posting rarely. Thing is, I’m struggling. My hba1c result used to be a fairly consistent mid 40’s. 18 months or so ago it climbed to mid 60’s. My GP put me on sitagliptin in addition to my metformin. This time it’s climbed to 74 and he’s taken me off the sitagliptin and added jardiance. Been on it for a week and I’ve got to say I’m not too impressed. They won’t give T2’s a meter so I bought my own. In the week since I’ve been on the jardiance my BG is averaging 11.5 first thing. Climbs after breakfast to a high of 24-25 then drops back to a low of 15. Same after lunch and tea. I know my body is having a hard time of it - it’s affecting my vision and I feel faint at the slightest exertion. My right foot has gone from tingling toes to almost 50%numb and my left foot has now got the tingling. I’ve got extremely high blood pressure (under control with 6 different tablets), arthritis in my hands, feet, knees and elbows, a medically controlled problem with the pain receptors in my brain, oesophagitis and moderate/severe COPD. Otherwise I’m fit as a lop lol. Thing is I’m also 60. Realistically I’ve probably got another 10 years if I’m lucky before everything falls off a cliff. Now that could be 10 years of doing pretty much what I like or 10 years of eating rabbit food and not having what I like. It’s a tough call. I love bread with a capital L. Wine and beer are personal friends. The thought of spending my last few years cooking egg and spinach mini quiches for breakfast and eating cauliflower rice and courgetti bolognaise washed down with black tea isn’t cutting it. I’ll still live the 10 years, but the second option will seem a LOT longer. I’m due back at the Doctors in 10 weeks when I’ll do another hba1c and he’ll either say I’ve to stay on the jardiance or I’ve to go on insulin. But that’s the rub. Do I want to? Or do I say “enough is enough” and take my chances? I’ve had a reasonable life , I’ve nothing to look forward to but more pain and other wonderful effects of my various problems. I’m not thinking of suicide, per se, but going out in a blaze of glory appeals more than the alternative gradual decline. Sorry for the long, self pitying post, but hey, we’re all entitled to a grizzle now and again!