How Low Can You Go?

As I'm sitting here, my blood sugar is 59. This is probably the 3rd or 4th low I've had this day.  Multiply that by  7, and you get what I've been dealing with for the last week. Actually it's probably been the last 2 weeks. I can not freaking get my blood sugar to stop plummeting! 

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.