Nurses tell the best stories, especially the older ones. As mentioned before, my mother is a nurse and being close with her means I speak with her every once in a while (fine, every day!) I asked her about her day when I called her this morning right before her shift started. Fellow shitlords, please remind yourselves that this woman (my mom) is what one might call a straight talker, a ballbuster, in short she is a bit of an asshole and could use some work on her people skills. However, our morning talk was mostly her complaining about fats. So far this week she has had to deal with 3 fatties giving birth, 1 fat who broke their fibula purely due to their weight and sooo many fat children. We can start with the fatties giving birth, my mother was summoned to administer the drugs (she is a specialised nurse) she hated it. in her words, verbatim "TF what is wrong with the world today? That a woman that young can become so fat! On disabillity, yet she sees no reason, no cause to improve! I had to try and poke around her massive arm to find a vein for the butterfly (i think that is the thingy they insert so they can administer drugs?) Disgusting." Regarding the fatty who broke his leg, he said "I hope we amputate it. It is the only way he will ever lose weight. Maybe he will do us all a favour and just die already" During this exchange (all in norwegian btw) she was getting ready to go to work and telling me of the second fat that gave birth on monday. Her baby is in urgent care for infants, and she herself is unable to walk to see her own freaking baby because she is too fat to get out of the bed. My mom will probably have to inject her with more morphine later today and she said "TF, I might make sure this bitch leaves in a casket"  Anyways, thats my day so far and it's not even 9am!