I could feel it. That slightly lowish feeling. After I confirmed, I slammed my meter down on my bedside table.

"Gah!" I said.

"What's the matter," The Mr. asked.

"I have a fasting blood draw this morning and I'm 56 mg/dL," I said. "And last night before bed I ate that brownie and didn't bolus for it."

"Maybe your pancreas is spitting out insulin every now and then," he chuckled.

In reality, what I think is happening is that tired old story about moving my infusion sites from my lower abdomen out to my hips. I've had at least one low per day for close to two weeks.

At my last endo appointment K and I discussed my numbers and where I put my infusion sites and I explained to her my process and my theory. She adjusted basal rates and insulin:carb ratios, as usual. It was likely around that time when I started using my lower abdomen again, even if sporatically. And feeling like I got mostly good absorption I just kept at it.

It wasn't until a random infusion site found its way slightly outside the normal place did I realize how horrible my numbers had been. I blamed the highs and the rollercoasters on what I ate, my schedule, stress, lack of sleep, blah, blah, blah. It even took me a few days to stop blaming my period for the lows and realize that it was my infusion site.

So I've started using other parts of my abdomen again and am paying much more attention to my blood sugar and how I feel. I wouldn't say that I'm concerned, but I'm going to have to be vigilant about my blood sugar on Saturday when my brother gets married. (::gigantic smile::) I'll be a reader at the service and I can't imagine going low during the ceremony.

(My fasting test was around 6:45 a.m. and my blood test not until 8:45 a.m. I disconnected my pump and hoped that my dawn phenomenon would kick in and raise my sugar, which it did. By 7:30 a.m. I was up to 125 mg/dL.)