No matter what problems you have, there is always someone worse off...
I used to have an acquaintance (I hesitate to call him a friend). He lived totally alone, in a rented, rambling, horribly dirty sort of bedsit, in an equally horrible part of the city. He was very dyslexic, but seemed to have a twisted idea, that his living situation was sort of normal - no proper washing facilities, limited cooking facilities, and absolutely filthy. Best you could say, was that he managed.
Last I heard, was that he'd moved to a place he had managed to buy, which he turned into a similar, horrible, disgusting mess of a place, and that both of his knees needed replacement. He had one done, had apparently moaned constantly about the care he had received in hospital, and how incompetent they were, awaiting the other being done. He had been allocated some sort of home help, but none would go near the place, because of the filth, smell, and constant complaints.
