Well, perhaps if you are that disabled and immobile, Lou, you should see about moving into assisted living, at least for a bit. Maybe your gubmint buxs would cover it. You wouldn't have to worry about your mother throwing away your things, your crying nephew or your transphobic stepfather. You'd get a room with a bed, why, you'd even get free meals! Perhaps some education on diabetes and physical therapy to ensure that your foot heals correctly.
I had too much sangria last night. In short: fuck you, Lou.