Fatties at the hospital, the Dr's office, & Corona-chan. Right before Corona virus kicked into high gear and everyone lost their damn minds I had to go to the hospital. In the span of a few hours I had a spot on the back of my thigh swell up. The next day I ran my daily errands then drove to a hospital further out. Because my local one had the first patients for Corona virus in the Chicago area being treated there. After being admitted I had to deal with a morbidly obese guy in the next bed over. Thank God we had full curtains around the beds. Of course he was watching sports on his phone that he'll never play in person. I was then forced to hear how Mr. fat ass has an infection in his lower intestines. He was then told they're common, I hope they were being nice to him but sadly that's probably true for the Chicago area. I had to get IV antibiotics among other meds. They completely trashed my system. I've never been bloated before and this felt absolutely disgusting. Fatties are mentally ill to think its ok to feel like this. Later I had to deal with follow ups at the Doctor's office. First visit some guy was in in the waiting room who was around 6'8" and had to be 400lbs. If I was 6'8" I'd be a multimillionaire athlete and'or model. This guy had a large bag of meds and had to be eight feet around. My whole body could have fit into his pant leg with room to spare. I'm just now able to go cycling again. Thankfully I have a home weight set for basic works outs so I'm not completely screwed by my state's Authoritarian Governor. Right now I just want the gyms to open back up.