Quote:
Originally Posted by krisk
Rant:
One of my new co-workers is GINORMOUSLY fat!
He had a heart attack a month ago. At 43.
And he is hideously ugly.
And incredibly IGNORANT!
And I want to punch him.
In the Face.
All the time.
Or knee him.
In the nuts.
ugggghhhhh!
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Now, now .... just keep in mind that he'll probably be dead before you turn out the lights. Either someone will mistake him for a yeti, and shoot him, or, he'll keel over from his second heart attack. Either way ... he'll be dead.
So, buck up, krisk!! It only a matter of hours, at most a few days.
I used to have a co-worker who was well over 400 pounds. It wouldn't have been a problem, but every time she walked by, it felt like an earthquake. When you are trying to look at biopsy slides and tissue samples under a microscope, it really doesn't help to have the whole thing bouncing around on the laboratory bench.
Now, you've reminded me of when they had to do surgery on her. I don't remember what it was for. I think it was a huge tumor or cyst (basketball sized) that she never knew she had (she was that fat). When those poor guys came out of the operating room after something like eight hours, they looked like they were going to die!!
It is extraordinarily difficult to do any sort of surgery when you have to cut through several inches of blubber in order to get to anything. It also makes anesthesia a bitch. They were trying to get her to lose about 150 pounds before the surgery, but she never even tried to lose weight. (This was back in the very early 80s .... bariatric surgery wasn't the big thing it is now.)