I had the most entitled, enraging fat patient last night I work as a registered nurse in a hospital. Last night I had this fat ass patient who was having difficulty walking as a result of his knee replacement getting infected. The land whale had called and asked for my help to get him to the bathroom. I couldn't pick him up on my own because I am not the Incredible fucking Hulk, so I asked for help from a co worker. Even with two of us we couldn't get this 250 pound bag of shit up. I know 250lbs doesn't sound like much considering there are waaaaay fatter couch bison out there, but you try filling a garbage bag with 250lbs of cottage cheese and beetus and see if you can lift if. I told the man-pig that the only way it was going to be physically possible to get him out of bed is to use a bariatric lift, which is literally a crane used for the specific purpose of hauling hamplanetsJPG. He was so fucking offended. "YOU GUYS NEED MORE TRAINING IF YOU CANT HELP ME, I DONT NEED A LIFT, I JUST NEED TO GO TO THE FUCKING BATHROOM, IF YOU CANT DO THAT THEN FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN". I felt my blood pressure rise immediately. I'm actually pretty surprised that I managed to keep professional in this situation. I told him "Mr Fatterson, you are way too heavy. I am not going to risk injuring myself just because you're too proud to use the lift. If you fall, there's no way that we are going to be able to get you up." He kept trying to argue with me that I needed to somehow physically carry him to the bathroom despite the fact that he weighed 100lbs more than me. When he finally gave up arguing he layed down in the middle of the bed perpendicularly, it took four people to reposition him properly in bed.