Lard-ass in the ER [Rant] So I'm 7 weeks pregnant with my first, and have had intermittent bleeding over the past few weeks. Yesterday, I started to bleed more, so I had my husband rush me to the ER. I live right on the border of 2 cities, so I went to the hospital in the next town over because it's actually closer than the hospital in my city. The ER is fairly small compared to the one in my city, but there's not usually too many people there, so things tend to go quickly. They have an interesting way of running things that I have not seen in an ER before; after you see the triage nurse, you are examined by a doctor in an area of the waiting room sectioned-off with curtains. The doctor will do a primary assessment and order any tests (bloodwork, x-rays, ultrasound, etc.) and send you to another area of the hospital to have those things done. After your results come back, you are seen by another doctor who gives you your results and can arrange follow-up care for you. The primary doctor in the ER can also assess you, give you a script, and send you on your way if it's not a true emergency. I like this set-up because it weeds out the people who are there for non-emergency reasons (example: someone with a sinus infection, needs antibiotics but couldn't be bothered to visit a walk-in clinic), but the downfall of this set-up is that your privacy is severely compromised; seeing as the primary examination area is enclosed only with curtains, people in the waiting room can hear everything. This becomes important soon. So I'm sitting in the waiting room, tears filling my eyes because I'm fearing the worst; am I having a miscarriage? Is this an ectopic pregnancy? My anxiety level is through the roof. Then I see it; a "male" obeast, possibly in his late 60's, wearing orthotic shoes, walking with a cane, and weighing at least 400lbs (by my estimate). He gets called ahead of me to see the doctor behind the curtain. The nurse pulls the curtain back, but I can hear everything; the obeast has gone blind, he can't see anything. The doctor tells him his blood pressure is high, and asks if he has diabetes. The lardo says yes, so the doctor asks him if the sudden blindness is related to his diabetes. The hamplanet insists that it's not, that it's caused by some unknown genetic disorder. He reassures the doctor that this has happened before, and it is most definitely NOT his diabetes. So the doctor asks him what his opthalmologist has said about the condition; fatty replies, I shit you not, "oh, well, I haven't seen him in a while." The doctor tells hammy that he is going to order some bloodwork and that this is very serious, and hammy needs to follow-up with his ophthalmologist. The doctor proceeds to give a lecture on diabetes and how it is the likely cause of the blindness, and then asks the ham whether he is following up with the CCAC nurse regarding his diabetes. (For those unfamiliar, CCAC stands for Community Care Access Centre; they handle a lot of outpatient appointments on behalf of hospitals, will send nurses and/or support staff to your home to do bloodwork, handle wound care, educate patients, etc.) Without warning, the fatty launches into self-defence mode; he starts going on about how it's not his fault, he was evicted last month, the CCAC hasn't contacted him to set up an appointment, he has nowhere to go, his new place won't allow the CCAC nurse to visit - every excuse you could ever imagine. Then he starts telling the doctor about shit that has nothing to do with his condition; he used to be a highschool teacher, and his pension wasn't very good (which is bullshit, because they treat teachers VERY well in this province) and he starts throwing himself a pity party, right there in front of the doctor. He babbled on like this for about TEN MINUTES, wasting the doctor's valuable time and not allowing him to see any other patients in the ER. Now my fear has turned to rage. Here I am, not sure whether or not I am losing this pregnancy, whether or not the bleeding was caused by a ruptured fallopian tube and if I'm going to need surgery - a real emergency - while this hamplanet is monopolizing the ER doc's time with his sob story. This hamplanet ALLOWED himself to get to 400+ lbs, doesn't control his diabetes, and is in the ER for (in my opinion) a self-inflicted illnesses, all because he couldn't stop stuffing his face. Not only is he wasting valuable health-care resources with his recklessness, he's also using MY tax dollars to do it (since based on his whale song, I was able to determine he no longer works and lives in community housing). TL;DR: Hamplanet abuses socialized health-care with preventable illness. It's complete bullshit when fatties say that their size only affects them. Their gluttony affects the speed, quality, and cost of care for everyone else. Edit: ER doc said the bleeding was coming from under the placenta, and that I shouldn't be worried. Baby is OK right now, heartrate is strong, which is a good sign. I'm on bedrest for the next few days (sucks) but the pregnancy is still viable.