My Day at the Gastroenterology Clinic that happens to share the section of the hospital with Bariatric Medicine and Surgery Hello again my fellow shitlords and shitladies, it's time for more fun Disabled shitlady stories. Today I went to the Gastroenterology clinic at Stanford Hospital.  I have Ehlers Danlos and it can cause issues as my friends on here with EDS know, but for those of you that don't, don't worry, I'm fine, it's quite normal for me. However it shares a waiting room and exam rooms with Bariatric medicine and surgery.  AKA fat people medicine and weight loss surgery. So first off we are getting the car parked (while the hospital is under construction, valet is much cheaper and easier actually) and we see a Bentley roll up and this young fat dude helping this old fat dude out of the car. But not into a wheelchair, but onto a Gold plated segway (I swear I can't make this shit up). My husband and I were nudging each other and he asks me to move out of the way.  Keep in mind, I'm in a wheelchair. I just pretend I didn't hear him since after a four hour drive, wasn't up for confrontation and was running late. We get to the clinic and I had no idea it shared and literally my husband and I are the only thin people in the waiting room.  The ONLY thin people.  And they all have these HUGE chairs, no normal chairs since well bariatric.  My husband sits in one and stretches out his legs partway on it. Then the scale.  Now I can stand for limited periods of time such as to get weighed.  But they had what looked like a cattle scale for the scale.  And then they had two other even larger ones! Finally I get into the exam room, but because there is the fatty chair there is almost nowhere to put my wheelchair.  Husband folds it up, but because they have to have that huge fucking couch/chair thing in there, the exam rooms aren't very handicap accessible.  I saw Obeasts everywhere, including one in a gown shudders you know how bad hospital gowns are.  While Stanford's are much nicer and cover more, it's still not enough for their big asses.   It was just so many many fatties.  And since it's on the ground floor which is actually below ground, I had to take an elevator stuffed with them.  I was afraid I would get stuck, the poor machinery.   Oh also, the receptionist said right away, oh you must be a gastroenterology patient, here's your forms, and a nurse led me right back.  You could just see the fatties seething and giving me glares.  It was funny if I hadn't been so nervous at the time (who likes really talking about their bowel movements? Especially a young woman to a guy doc? I was so red in the face).  Afterwards it was hilarious and my husband and I just kept talking about how huge some of the people were. We were also amazed the first fatass could even balance on a segway.  It's like his feet were small then it just ballooned starting at his cankles. He had the Beetus feet and legs too.  Wish I could have gotten a picture.