NOT SAFE FOR LIFE: RE I Gut Worms Tickling Me After reading the 4Chan story post that some kind soul**** posted to FPH, I died (read if you dare >)[ I decided to return the favor by asking my good friend who used to an EMT if he had any stories similar (after of course sharing the cringe-inducing recount of the EMT's experience). He did not disappoint.  When he was an EMT in the Greenville South Carolina area back in 1990's his unit began to receive regular calls from a residence asking for non-life threatening transportation to and from the doctors appointments of a particular obeast. He was unlucky enough to pull the short straw and was the first to respond to her call. Upon arriving, he found a man, approximately 65 years old, 110 lbs and 5"7 awaiting EMS arrival at the front door of the residence. The man directed my friend to a back bedroom that he describes as reeking of pus and onions. Inside, dwarfing a king sized mattress, laying on the floor he found the mans wife, 700 lbs (my friend is now a fitness trainer, so I believe his estimation) and 6" tall. Next to her, a pile of beetus juice bottles (both empty and full) were stacked next to an assortment of little debbies snack cake boxes. A chest freezer and microwave also occupied the room; strewn across the floor were empty TV dinner boxes and plastic dishes.  The reason for the call? The man could not longer fit her into the back of his 7 passenger van (with the seats removed and a lift gate on the back) as she had to strain her back to sit up against the back door of the van. Yes that is correct, this woman was so fat that she could not sit comfortably in a 7 passenger van WITH NO DAMN SEATS IN IT.  It gets better. Now, my friend was a shitlord, even then, but he didn't even attempt to help this monstrosity to his ambulance. So, he radioed his partner who was still in the passenger seat, given the non-emergency status of the call, who subsequently radioed for 2 more units (four men) to assist.  After they arrived, the 6 of them were discussing how to best conduct the operation (outside of course, given the smell) and once they formulated plan, they went inside and began to hoist her up from the mattress. As you can imagine, even the paltry sheet that was covering this woman didn't hide her nakedness very well, not that her thunder-everything left much to be seen without lifting hundreds of pounds of compounded snack cakes and coca-cola.  My friend had the wonderful role of supporting the beast from behind, he said he began dry heaving almost immediately from the stench of her unwashed posterior. While bracing her behind, his hand slipped forward, under her arm and towards her front lower breast area where he felt an anomaly. What he discovered will haunt me for the rest of my life. **The woman had half of a foot long subway meatball sub sandwich, under her breast roll, it had molded into her skin. MOLDED TO HER SKIN. ** She apparently had been wondering what happened to it. Thin privilege is not losing entire FKING sandwiches in your rolls and having the mold themselves to your body.  EDIT: Forgot to mention that they did finally get her in the ambulance, one of the EMTs job was to keep her damn legs closed otherwise she'd clear out the room. They had to pick her up twice a month (they were her free taxi service because she was dependent on the welfare system). Fortunately, my friend made friends with the nurse who worked the desk at her dr office and she would call him (lol this was when people still called people) and tell him "when to be prepared for a pickup" (i,e when you make yourself scarce) TLDR: 700 lady hoisted into ambulance, EMT finds entire 6 inch subway meatball sandwhich under her boob roll that she'd putten away for later a month or so before. Molded into body? Yep.