Got called out to a Death Fat who fell Wow I've been busy. I got a new FT job with the local fire department as an EMT while I still work at the prison as well.  We got called out to a Death Fat who fell. First off, it's home was horrid. Trash absolutely everywhere, all it's food was shipped via Walmart according to all the boxes everywhere. The fridge was broken so it smelled of rotten meat and milk. And of course the feces. It just smelled of human shit and piss everywhere. We get in and find the Death Fat on the floor, breathing heavily, surrounded by it's trash. There are some Walmart grocery bags near by. This fat ass's calves looked like a mix of cellulitis and piles of peeling dead skin. It's toes were already a deep dark purple with yellow thick toe nails.  Guys. Our bodies are truly amazing to be able to be over 700lbs and rot from the inside out like that. Ughh. Lord Beetus help us.  So we scoop and go to the nearest hospital. Mind you, it practically took the whole engine crew, rescue crew and me and my partner to get this fat fuck off the ground and onto the gurney. Waste of fucking time. The kicker? While waiting to transfer care at the local hospital, the Death Fat was laughing and joking about how his fridge doesn't work, so he has his [elderly] mom go get him cake and ice cream daily, and he has to eat it daily or else it will go bad and melt. Then, a sudden realization washed over the fat fucks face and it turned to me and asked, "WHEN I FELL, DID I SMASH THE CAKE AND ICE CREAM?? DID I SMASH THEM?" I did vaguely recall there were Walmart grocery bags near the fatty, but not under.   The Death Fat heavily breathed a sigh of relief and stated, "THANK GOD I DIDNT SMASH THEM. OH THANK YOU GOD. THANK YOU" It then had the nerve to seriously ask us to transport it back home to eat the cake and ice cream, then be transported back to the hospital. No fucking joke. My paramedic was L I V I D, guys. He definitely told the fat fuck that it was abusing the 911 system, and that it would be taking crews out of service to transport it back and forth (like we would do that) when a REAL medical emergency could be happening. After the lecture, all the Death Fat had to say was "I REALLY HOPE THIS ER HAS A SHORT WAIT TIME THEN" The lesson here? Fat Fucks are a waste of resources, time, effort, money, oxygen, food supply, you name it. We already knew this but, damn. They really have no shame.