Fat pandering at the hospital This past week, my mom needed to be hospitalized. She's a stubborn bitch, and decided to drive herself to the hospital. I decided to go with her as moral support, and I was also worried about her welfare. The hospital was about an hour away, and she was getting sicker as we approached.  We pull up to the hospital, and the parking situation was just fucked. The parking lot was very far from the ER entrance, and construction at the hospital was just insane. This hospital in particular caters toward disabled and older people, so the parking situation sucks, but whatever. My mom walks inside, we find the ER, and we get her checked in.  Here are the waiting room chairs. My mom is a tiny little thing, about 5' 4" and maybe 120 lbs. The left side of the waiting room was empty, and we both decided to share a big chair, because she wasn't feeling well and wanted me close to her. She gets called back almost immediately, and I moved to one of the smaller chairs. This is how I fit into the small chair. I could've easily fit two of me into that thing. While waiting, a fat woman in her mid 60's comes in huffing and puffing.  She starts berating the man behind the desk for the poor parking lot set up. The dude was extremely patient, told her she was absolutely right, and asked her to have a seat so she can be seen for her medical issue. Well, see, she wasn't there to see the doctor, her husband was, but she was just yelling away, bitching about the long walk. The desk dude offered a wheelchair for her husband, and she demanded one for herself, because she just couldn't walk that far. It was a weekend, there weren't many staff on hand to baby this bitch, so the dude told her that a chair wouldn't be available for her, but she could push her husband if she wanted to. She yelled "Well how do you expect me to get back to my car?!"  He said very flatly "The same way you got in ma'am, with your legs." I prepared for WWIII with that, but she just shut the fuck up and huffed to her car.  Shortly after that, I got called back. My mom gets a room in the triage unit, and she isn't doing well. She's puking, high fever, complications with past surgeries, and I am worried. I stayed by her side for hours. We had left for the hospital suddenly, I was still in pajama's and I hadn't eaten. It was the weekend, so all the in-hospital eateries were closed. I asked the one of the nurses (a fatty) if there was any food around, and he said he would get me something. Fatties gonna fat, the one thing they are good for is finding grub. He brings back a ham sandwich (kinda ironic) and I was very appreciative. I ate, watched my mom, and just relaxed. He came back later with two more sandwich bags (which, along with the first came with chips I didn't eat) because he didn't want me eating just "bird food". I suppose it was trying to be sweet in it's own way, but seriously dude, every encounter with food doesn't have to be a pig-out. I declined.  A little while after eating, my mom needed to use the restroom. I unplugged her from her machines and untangled her from the IV, and took her to the bathroom. And FPH, I found the holy fucking grail of nastiness. Because we were in triage and not in the hospital itself, the rooms didn't have private bathrooms. Oh no. Instead, my mother and I were treated to this behemoth.  I wouldn't touch my ass to that if it was the only working toilet on earth.  From the sizes to the chairs, to the wheelchairs, to the staff, to the fucking toilet, I just give up. The world is catering to fats, and it's absolutely horrifying.