I wish I actually felt better before being discharged to these streets. I get at this point it’s just a waiting game as the antibiotics do their work, but it’s hard to get proper nutrition without money, no appetite, and not enough energy/motivation to walk down to the soup kitchen for breakfast and lunch (they don’t do dinner).I don’t really feel like being a burden on anyone I know that’s offered a couch to nap on and a meal either.