fatty healthcare I had to wheel this bitch over to radiology in one of those lazy boy chairs with the 4 wheels on them cause she "cant breathe when she lays down"...no shit, you're suffocating under your own weight. we get there and she cant lift her 100 pound fluid filled diabetic calves on the table by herself so i have to touch them..they're fucking swollen and so scab covered they look like they're covered in coral.  butter bitch has the nerve to ask "how long is this gonna take?? i can't lay flat".. the rest of your fucking life im thinking...we get done with the x-rays which consumed the amount of power it takes to light a typical family home for an hour then sit her ass up and she's huffing and puffing meanwhile i just hit a new 1 rep max on shoulder rows.  then she waddles back into the lazy boy and i have to wheel her back..it was like trying to push a beached whale out to sea.  I know the hospital just sees dollar signs when these pieces of shit walk in but fuck this.  your college adviser doesn't let you in on this when you sign up