Story: Gangrene in roll #3. And the ham that broke it's knee is back! I'm back with more stories. If you recall, I'm an EMT working at the local prison.  I've treated some shit since the last time I posted. For example: This fat waddling lardass comes in for DV (domestic violence) against her tiny white ass feeder boyfriend. It is by far the largest upright mammal that I have ever seen. It's thighs just don't end until it reaches its swollen feet.  Anyways, part of my job is to medically screen them to make sure that they are fit for housing. I ask it a bunch of questions and when I get down to "do you have any injuries or bleeding we need to treat?"  It says "well, I got a lil sumpin on da back of mah thigh ya know. I haven't been able to reach it in years!" Thoroughly disgusted, I asked what it is and where exactly it's at. It replied with "I dunno. Sumpin like an infection? Like, it's inside my 3rd roll on the back of my leg." INSIDE IT'S 3RD ROLL, JESUS. I was not prepared for what came next. The CO (correctional officer), the nurse and I take it back to the changing quarters. We ask the lard beast to face the wall and spread its legs. Of course, it's legs still touch down to the calves. I put on a face mask and kneel down to spread open its 3rd roll. As soon as I did, the whale screeched and the most potent smell came out of her gangrene roll. It was an untreated and infected abscess. The COs pulled back, coughing at the stench. Nurse looked at me and was like, "it's all you! Go ahead and clean it and pack it, I'll write the medical reject paper." Other than treating gangrene on NUMEROUS amounts of fat people, the booking staff ham came back to work after a week and a half? That ham is the one who called for medical help when it "broke" its knee after waddling 30m.  This ham is back with a knee brace and a cane. It is uterrly useless at work. But I have another story about its fat ass.  We had 2 birthdays last week. You know what that means. CAKE. I always see on here that fat cunts act like children around food. They think they are cute. I never got to see it until last week.  So we bust out the cake, and the fat ham is CHANTING "LET'S EAT CAKE, LET'S EAT CAKE!" While clapping it's lard hands together like a child. Even the small planets are giving it a look like "wtf".  The small planet is serving up crazy large portion sizes to people when it's the lard asses turn to get some cake. The ham says "I need a larger piece, those pieces are for people on diets!" The previous pieces were at least a 6inch square. Of course I made my own slice and the ham gets triggered and tells me "YOU HAVE TO EAT MORE, YOU'LL BARELY TASTE THE DELICIOUS CAKE! " No bitch. This is quite enough.  I will make another post in a few days about what I have treated and what that ham eats and what it has to say about my meal(s)!