Hospital pigs I went to the ER the other night.  It's kinda far away and I didn't want that to define my evening so I hoped we'd get out quickly enough to have dinner somewhere.  Nursepig gets my vitals and is surprised that I'm in my 30s.  I don't have a babyface, so nursepig has clearly been dealing with too many of its own kind lately.  I go sit back in the waiting room for inevitably what will end up being a couple hours. Enter into my vision this Hamily.  There's like 5 or 6 of them, I can't really tell because some of the child abuse victims are being blocked by their Fatriarch.  Every single one of them has their face stuffed into some kind of device - iPhone, iPad, whatever.  And they're all eating.  Fat teenager is gnawing on several poptarts.  Babyfats have packs of Oreos.  Fatriarch FFS brought in something from home with a spoon.  The fat children are very active...about getting up to make multiple trips to the vending machine.  The actual people waiting in the ER are sat by the TV, children's toys, etc to help pass the time but hamily sat right next to its precious food source. I'm pretty hungry because it's after 9pm now and it's looking like everything will be closed by the time we leave.  I have some graham crackers I keep in my purse for my son but being a shitlady I know I won't starve to death for missing dinner.  I finished a book I brought with me so I pass the time staring down teenager fat and its mom while they eat.  The Fatriarch is too busy scraping every last drop of whatever gravy boat it brought along but I can tell the teenager knows I'm watching.  Feel the shame and change, fatty.   Thankfully I got some real time eye bleach in the form of a very attractive Dr. Shitlord when it was my turn to be seen.  And he gave me the best news which is that I don't have to avoid weight training while I wait for my injury to heal.  Mindbleach, if you will.