Emergency fat. WARNING: I had to go to the ER today so if this post is a bit wonky and grammatically challenged, please understand it's due to the morphine in my body. My hospital visit today brought me a lot more joy than expected. Not only did I not have to stay at the hospital, but 9 out of the 10 nurses/technicians/etc I saw, were of healthy weight. I got complimented by my doctor on my muscle tone in my arms and she was proud of me putting on muscle weight; taking me out of the underweight category I last checked in at with my primary doctor. The only fat I saw was one of my CT techs. It had me sit up a bit to take hairpins out of the back of my head. I was sitting, comfortably, at a 45° angle and it says to the other tech on the opposite side of my bed, "you can tell she's young by the way she's sitting up like that. Her abdominals are still so strong. I could never do anything like that." The other tech seemed to just ignore hamtech and helped me the rest of the scan. No piggy. You could do something as simple as sitting up by yourself and holding yourself at an angle, but you decide not to by stuffing your face and not exercising.  Anyway, this hospital had their A squad on when I came in and I am so grateful. Thank you shitlords/ladies in the medical field that make trips like mine today a lot less painful. You're all my heros today.