This is what diabetes is like. It's fickle. I have really done nothing different in my life. If anything, I should be higher, because I haven't really worked out in more than a month. To combat this recent can't-keep-myself-from-going-low-phenomenon, I've lowered my basal rates, my I:C ratio, and my correction ratio--and still nothin'. Maybe I'm suddenly cured?! (Nope. Seeing as if I over treat my lows, I spike up really high, so I think we can safely rule out a miracle).
Usually I can handle diabetes adjustments on my own, but if this keeps up, I might actually have to call in some help in the form of an e-mail to an endo (gasp!). But, because I'm horribly prideful, that might not happen. And, let's be honest, after 18+ years of this disease, is the endo really going to do anything that I'm not already doing? Doubtful.
. . . And I'm off to down some more glorious, chalky, orangey glucose tabs. Seriously, I should buy stock in those things with the way I'm going through them right now.