Thin Privilege Is not spending 7 months in the hospital cause of Beetus Just got off the phone with a coworker of mine about our former ScootyWorker. After a few more encounters with him the property he watched for us was subsequently sold and I kind of forgot about him. The last I heard was that he was in the hospital in early December and I kind of assumed he died. Apparently not. My Coworker who was responsible for paying him got a call today from the hospital after not hearing from him since Christmas. ScootyWorker called to ask if my Coworker could swing by and drop off a $100 for him. Not sure what he needs money for the in the hospital, but he was really adamant that he needed $100 and if my Coworker could help him. Apparently, ScootyWorker gorged himself so much at Thanksgiving dinner he put himself into some sort of diabetic shock, which he ignored until both of his legs blew up. He was/is in such bad shape that they have no idea when they are going to release him and told him he is lucky that they managed to save his feet. In that time he has had half a dozen surgeries all so that he wouldn't lose his extremities and a host of other health problems that propped up from being a Ham in a hospital for nearly 3 quarters of a year. TL/DR: Ham with the beetus over indulged so fucking much at Thanksgiving that it put itself in the Hospital for 7 months with no sign of release.