So, just between me and you, where was the strangest place you've ever done it? While scuba diving in the Great Barrier Reef? On the observation deck of the Empire State Building? While getting a tattoo? At a baby's christening? While milking a cow?

For me, it was on the highest point of a slowly moving Ferris wheel on a steamy night in August. Man, that was one, hot night.

As we crept higher and higher, Charlie felt lower and lower.

Come on, people! Let's keep it clean. I'm talking about the strangest place you've ever tested your blood sugar! Sheesh!

As many of you know all too well, lows don't play fair. They don't wait until the ride is over. They just strike when they damn well please.

Charlie's diabetes bag is like that overstuffed storage closet you're afraid to open because tennis rackets, rubber ducks and ancient skeletal remains come crashing down on you when you do. When I unzipped the bag on the tippity top of the Ferris wheel, I very nearly spilled the supplies down upon a gaggle of unsuspecting carnival goers. I could have ruined a family's evening.

"Come on kids, let's get out of here before it really starts coming down. I think I just felt a couple test strips."

So, what say you? Where's the strangest place you've ever done it? Easy, grandma! I'm still talking about testing blood sugar.