Medifuckingham tale from the fatside Yesterday I went to see my doc for my ear infection. My superpower, besides my ability to understand CICO, is getting people to talk. The ham nurse was no exception. She is a shining example of fat logic and misery. I learned, in the time I spent with her: * She's 30 years old and had Essure (she looks 40). * She has four kids. * Her ex forcibly removed her IUD so that she would have extra kids. * She used to "jog" but "doesn't have the time." * She eats at Grandma's every night. Good God, a life of poor choices, a beta that left her, and she's telling me how miserable "jogging" is and why would I ever do that (I'm a distance runner). So I was subtly shitlording, and she just didn't get it. Like, she was all, "Your pulse is really low," and I pointed out that distance running tends to work your heart so it doesn't have to work as hard when you rest or run distances. Or, "I hate 'jogging'," and I talk about how awesome it is and how it's turned me into a carb-burning machine. Just all this stupidity, proving how fucking stupid fats are. It's disgusting and just pisses me off so much that these things take up our oxygen and resources.