It's worse when you don't have a home

I realized this week that I should complain less about having been sick for nearly seven weeks straight. Two homeless women that came into our access center this week were sick, one with a cold and one with the flu. How awful to feel terrible--exhausted, full of snot, feverish--and have to sit for hours, fill out paperwork, and talk to various people to apply for help. How awful to not have a place of one's own to stay home in and a bed of one's own to curl up in. :(