Happy DBlog Day

I am in Houston and not happy about. When I was growing up we moved a bunch of times. I went to three different high schools.
Now I hate change with a passion. I lived in the same house for fifteen years. I kept my second real job for over ten years and I am proud of the fact I have been at the same school for fourteen years and have spent most of that time in the same room.
Beside that I have never enyoyed Houston. Some major bad has happened ever single time. Once I had a flat tire while I was trying to get out of town before a hurricane came in. I left a few hours later than I wanted.
So I am not a happy camper. Dealing with diabetes makes it worse. I have to bring at least one extra bag of stuff and of course have the constant worry. I email my husband at every stop nd tell him where I am, just in case.
Last summer I posted abojt how a diabetic friend went lo and froze for over 5 minutes. I am terrified that I might start doing that someday and it would be even worse if it happened when I out of town. Something just too possible.
Diabetes lurks behind almost every thought.