Shitlording by existence, my bloodwork story I have been dealing with some scary food sensitivities lately, so I decided to go get some bloodwork done just to make sure everything is on the up-and-up. I went to a clinic to save $$$ (fuck you, American insurance markets), and Nurse Piggy helped me out.  She was about 3 inches shorter than me and at least 250lbs. She had long blonde hair just like Miss Piggy. Her fat hooves were shoved into her ballet flats. She was my age (mid-to-late 20s).  I tell her my history and why I'm there. She seems annoyed the whole time. Bitch, just because I'm a healthy weight doesn't mean I shouldn't keep an eye on this. My (thin) favorite great aunt is about to turn 82 and has managed her type II diabetes for as long as I can remember!  Turns out my numbers were textbook perfectly healthy range on every metric. She kept saying things like, "Yeah, I never see numbers like this. Doesn't get any better than this."  I made sure to tell pigadee that I'm planning on dropping 8 lbs because my BF% is higher than I want, and even a healthy weight can be overfat especially with my family history!  Once all my results were back, she was done with me. I just kept talking about my fitness regimen and how others don't take care of themselves and blah blah blah. I don't even remember what I said, but the blonde piggy couldn't look me in the eye when I said goodbye.  Bonus "fats are bad at their jobs" -- she forgot to tell me about a lab fee, so because she had already told me one price, she had to call and do an override so I did ended up getting a discount. HAHA.