Yesterday overnight: the power of forgetting to say "anti-jinx" is strong with Butters. She went as low as 52 and I was deprived of sleep. I woke up this morning still clutching her glucometer and I was covered in test strips. I found the empty container nearby. I must've spilled it...can't really remember...all I know is this is what my life has come to and I'm sharing it publicly for some reason. I guess I figure you'll understand. Have a good day, all.