I got stuck in the bariatric bed at Dialysis last night. I don't know what happened to the fatass that's usually in it, maybe hopefully they died, as they stink and they snore loud enough to hear it across the goddamn ward. I mean, it sure as well wasn't getting a kidney, it's BMI is way too high for that! So why the fuck did they put me in it! I guess if I didn't mosey in there later than anyone else I would have been ok.... Man I had to stare at this thing all night. It's what they use to lift up the fastnesses outta bed. And look! It only holds up to 425lbs! That's nothing for these whales who ate themselves into kidney failure. I've seen fatter than that here before but usually during the day when I'm not here, only in passing. I don't know what they do. Maybe there's like a team called the Gall(bladder)very to come and hoist them up. Also, we have other bariatric beds on the other side of the unit too but are not used overnight when I'm there, so trust me, there are lots of them, I'm just lucky to have to deal with one septic cow.  My face when I think about using a bed that had a mayochugger in it. I mean, I see them sterilize and wash them... but still... I'm gonna go puke now guys.  Thanks for listening to my tale of suffering. For you lurking fats I'll be seeing you in the future. And for anyone curious, this is a Dialysis Machine. Have a good weekend Shitlords!