Pokeball FUPA It seems that every week, I can't go one day without seeing a fat patient. Yes there's the usual fat patients and fat stories like how their knees ache and all but even that, many of the things I read here on FPH is tame compared to the shit I have seen. So today, just when I was about to leave, diabetic ham patient (as evidenced by the wound under his bandaged foot supported by a scooter to move him around) said that his wife is coming and needs a wheelchair because she can't get far. I knew things are going to get bad since that's usually another way of saying "my wife is a fat fuck and can't move a few meters without passing out". Every time I hear people say "I need a wheelchair for so and so because they can't walk far." usually means "I need a wheelchair for a deathfat who can't walk far." You know what's depressing? There are people in their 90s at least who walk way further and quicker than these deathfats in their 40s if not younger. So when I asked the ham patient if he asked the nurse for assistance, he said he'll get the wheelchair himself so I spared myself from the horror show that was slowly unfolding right before my eyes. I looked out through the windows and I saw a bit of what looked like a perfectly round red and black Pokeball suspended in midair. I knew this was going to be something big (pun intended) and I'm going "Please let it not be a deathfat." and sure enough, when this Pokeball thing rose up and jiggled, it waddled out to reveal what is supposed to be a female in a red tarp shirt and black pants as the diabetic ham got his other relative, a chubby female, to help the Pokeball deathfat Snorlax thing to squeeze itself on the hospital wheelchair as its FUPA, midsection (I think), and boobs jiggled up and down. I tried not to stare and laugh so I looked away as the relative used all of her strength to push this Snorlax creature into the hospital and holy shit! This thing is so fat, its FUPA was halfway down its shins! Once it reached the end of the lobby, Ms. Snorlax got off as she jiggled a bit before huffing and puffing as she waddled with the diabetic patient to his room. Welp! Looks like there's more deathfats to come to my place. At this rate, my hospital should be a for-profit bariatric hospital with all these hams coming in and out. Our equipment can only do so much to handle these deathfats since at this rate, we're better off using medical equipment for zoos for these specimens.