Hamthrax in the Hospital Good evening fellow humans. My encounter with Hamthrax occurred in the most ironic of places for an infectious incident. I am currently in treatment for opiate (pain pills) addiction at a hospital that also treats alcoholism. Many of the alcoholics here are overweight, but this obeast in particular takes the cake (literally the whole cake) in the size department. Large and in charge, Hamthrax and it's dirty germs wound up rooming with me. Formerly female, Hamthrax has allowed it's afflictions to completely consume every aspect of its "life". The excess alcohol and food have taken over the once human frame and transformed it into a potato shaped bag of beetus. I first sensed it's presence above me while I was downstairs on the treadmill. Instantly I was overcome with dread and anxiety, for I have done some bad things and am always conscious of perceived bad karma that's headed my way. Slow as a hamplanet I dragged my shitlady self upstairs and into my room. Not even half an hour after I first felt her enter the building, and there are already candy wrappers and trash strewn about the entire floor. Hamthrax has settled into her nest of nastiness and is just about to enter hibernation. For some odd reason I decided not to disturb her.  Not yet.  I did not want this insidious bacteria ridden pudge packer in my room any longer. I climbed into bed and turned my TV onto a monotone news channel for some white noise. Slowly but surely, Hamthrax begins to snore like a freight train on Meth. I don't do sleep apnea. Seriously, this thing could have gotten a private room but since fats have no decency or respect for others,  I am left to handle the situation on my own.  My growing agitation festered while I endured the wheeze roar that is an obeasts sleep.  Finally I had had enough. I grabbed the remote and slammed it as hard as I could on the bed side table. Hamthrax stirred and the rumbling ceased, temporarily. As the snoring grew louder,  so did the TV volume. Apparently I was able to rouse Hamthrax from hibernation because this fat cunt actually got out of her bed to turn off my TV! Oh here go hell come,  bitch. Right after she plopped back down into bed, I turned the TV back on. Not ten seconds later I'm being bombarded by nurses bearing reminders about respecting others. More irony.  I shot back that my right to sleep peacefully was being violated.  In front of Hamthrax I stated facts and thank sweet Lord Beetus I was moved into a new room. Hamthrax ended up leaving the following morning.  Keep Shitlording. Good night.