Nearly a year in the hospital and 15+ surgeries later! Your tax dollars at work! So, I spoke about Scootyworker before. Well he's back! Not in the sense that he's out of the hospital or anything. But, that he lives and got me for 100 bucks. I'm in the office the other day when the office line rings. Now, I rarely answer the office line, If you need me you can call my cell or email me because I know it's going to be bullshit. A lapse in judgment in led to me answering. "Is coworker there?" he asked. "No. He's not in the office today." I answered, recognizing the voice. Fuck. "Wizardslayer? Is that you?" I know I'm fucked. He launches into a crying diatribe about how bad he is doing, how no one sees him and that he has no money. I can't get him off the phone. He spends the next five minutes crying to me how he needs help and if I can bring a 100 bucks to the hospital for him. I agree reluctantly to do this. For two reasons, 1. It was the only way to get him off the phone 2. I figured I would get a good story out of it. After work, me and my friend drive over to the hospital he's at. I give him specific instructions that from the minute I enter the door to call me in exactly 10 minutes so I can get the hell out of there. I find his room easily enough. From the waist up he looks fine. Scooty lost a lot of weight(I guess 12 months in the hospital will do that for you), then I saw his legs and feet. My god, his legs and feet. I'm not really sure how to describe them. But, imagine if you sunk knee deep in mud and never bothered to wash the mud off and let it dry. That's what it looked like. They were brownish, black, and crusty with I don't know what flaking off them. Apparently, he has had somewhere in the range of 15-20 surgeries. He doesn't remember exactly how many. Got a staph infection at the original hospital he was at, nearly died from it and needed to be transferred to the new hospital. He said doctors told him he was going to probably need more surgeries because he kept getting blood clots in them. Then he started crying again about how no one comes to visit him and he has no money for snacks. And that he has no idea how long they're going to keep him in the hospital. Of course, my friend, being the good friend that he is, "forgot" to call me after 10 minutes and instead waited 20 minutes to call me. TLDR: Fatass that ate himself into diabetic shock last Thanksgiving is still in the hospital, got a staph infection, had 15+ surgeries and may still lose his feet. Also got me for 100 bucks so he can buy snacks in the hospital.