Falling apart.

Started with a phone call from the nurse of our doctor. I had let them know I am not doing well on the Januvia. I ended up handing the phone to Hans. I just can't talk to that woman anymore. I know when something isn't working. Don't sit there and tell me I need to take it or I will be doing the shots next. IRRESPONSIBLE!!! That was the second time she had said that to me in a week. I tried to say, the common thing not working is the 1st med the Metformin. We need to change that. She wouldn't hear that. It was like I never said it. I have tried two secondary meds to go with the Metformin. Strike two!!! I won't let them use my body for experimental use. I can't end up like my mom. Her aneurysm was (I believe) because of prescription inconsistency. Prescription Junkie is what I call it. I won't go there. After the call we went to the gym and when we pulled up into the driveway, I just broke down. Hans is very worried. I am very worried. Yes the meds withdrawals is making me very depressed. That part I can get past. But this part is very scary with them just wanting to keep masking what is going on. The Januvia gave me a persistent cough. I didn't take it last night and it went away. The nurse tells me to go ahead and not take it for a week and then try it again. Uh, NO!!! What part of that makes sense. If a pill gives me a side effect that isn't good, I am not going back on it EVER. Sorry. So she said then you have to get on shots daily. So being the spoiled brat about meds get me to that decision? My support group is all about breast cancers or cancer in general. So now I will have to find one dealing with Diabetes. This disease scares me more than the cancer did. I know my husband is there for me. But there is only so much he can do.