Depends how bad you are. After 40 years of looking afer my mother who was Type 1, and injected herself twice a day util she died, I was mortified to be told that I was Type 2 two years ago. My count was 7+something which apparently is over the acceptable level.
I was not put on any medication but given loads of advice as to diet, all of which I ignored, and now eat and drink to my heart's satisfaction. Every check I have had since shows a blood sugar level of beween 5 and 6, way below the threshold. I may be lucky, please don't follow my advice. There is one advantage, though. Twice a year the practice nurse gets to tickle my feet. I'm not sure who derives the greater pleasure, her or me.