Immobile morbidlyobeast transferring hospitals talks about food - RANT This deathfat stank, had butt ulcers, nasty looking beetus feet, Diabetes, was on oxygen, and was at least 115kg and it was short.  After me and my partner moved it onto our gurnee, it reed to the nurse who graciously helped us about the delicious food at this hospital and to make sure to compliment the chef, and how it was looking forward to the food at the place we were taking it to.   Afterward I bleached the cot.  And myself.