The obese mexican - This is what happened...

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This is what happened.

Several years ago I worked for a medical rental company near Fort Worth. My job there was to deliver home medical equipment to people in hospice care.

One fine Saturday morning I was sent to south Dallas to deliver an extra-wide wheelchair, a Hoyer patient lift (similar to the hoists used to lift engines out of cars), and an electric hospital bed.

The nurse met me at the patient's front door and showed me the work to be done. The patient was a non-English speaking Hispanic fellow (fwiw I do not speak Spanish) about 5'5". He was morbidly obese and was wearing only a t-shirt and underwear. I was to assist the nurse in removing this fellow from his bed, then replace his bed, and put him back in it.

I kept an extra-wide lift sling in the van, though I had never lifted a person this heavy before. It took about fifteen minutes of the nurse and I rolling the patient from one side to the other, then back in order to put the sling under his body. Both of us had to use our forearms to get all the fat going in the right direction. Imagine trying to roll a filthy sweaty garbage bag full of Jello---it was exactly like that.

Then I positioned the lift over the bed and hooked the sling onto the overhead chains. The hoist strained as I lifted this 625+ pound man out of his bed.

Due to the sling he was sitting in, a lot of his mass rolled to the front of his body. I find it very difficult to describe the sight in words, feel free to use your imagination. When I tried to set him into the double-wide wheelchair, he wouldn't fit. I removed the arms of the wheelchair, and lowered him onto the seat. Mounds of loose flesh spilled over the wheels and hung down to the floor.

I took his old bed out and gave the nurse time to clear the area. Then I installed his new bed, and used the lift to maneuver him back into place.

Just a mildly disturbing delivery for me really, at least compared to the nurse. She had to pick up the sticky hard-core porn mags and a huge pile---at least a year's supply---of "used" dry and crusty athletic socks that we found under the old bed.

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This is what happened. Several years ago I worked for a medical rental company near Fort Worth. My job there was to deliver home medical equipment to people in hospice care. One fine Saturday morning I was sent to south Dallas to deliver an extra-wide wheelchair, a Hoyer patient lift (similar to the hoists used to lift engines out of cars), and an electric hospital bed. The nurse met me at the patient's front door and showed me the work to be done. The patient was a non-English speaking Hispanic fellow (fwiw I do not speak Spanish) about 5'5". He was morbidly obese and was wearing only a t-shirt and underwear. I was to assist the nurse in removing this fellow from his bed, then replace his bed, and put him back in it. I kept an extra-wide lift sling in the van, though I had never lifted a person this heavy before. It took about fifteen minutes of the nurse and I rolling the patient from one side to the other, then back in order to put the sling under his body. Both of us had to use our forearms to get all the fat going in the right direction. Imagine trying to roll a filthy sweaty garbage bag full of Jello---it was *exactly* like that. Then I positioned the lift over the bed and hooked the sling onto the overhead chains. The hoist strained as I lifted this 625+ pound man out of his bed. Due to the sling he was sitting in, a lot of his mass rolled to the front of his body. I find it very difficult to describe the sight in words, feel free to use your imagination. When I tried to set him into the double-wide wheelchair, he wouldn't fit. I removed the arms of the wheelchair, and lowered him onto the seat. Mounds of loose flesh spilled over the wheels and hung down to the floor. I took his old bed out and gave the nurse time to clear the area. Then I installed his new bed, and used the lift to maneuver him back into place. Just a mildly disturbing delivery for me really, at least compared to the nurse. She had to pick up the sticky hard-core porn mags and a huge pile---at least a year's supply---of "used" dry and crusty athletic socks that we found under the old bed. __________________________________ Hi guys. I started s/ThingsThatShape a few weeks ago for interesting or odd or terrifying true stories that have made an impact on your life in some way. We've all had our lives shaped by events. If you feel the lessons you've learned may be of interest to others, please share!

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I don't understand how these people who can't get up to eat, still eat.

They all have enablers. Without them they would die quickly. I'm not sure how they manage to get people to wait on them hand and foot. I'm pretty sure if I were 600 pounds, nobody would give a flying fuck whether I died or not.

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