Saturday Morning.... in Plan B

Another beautiful day lies before me. Slowly waking up. Woke up to the neibs fighting over something. They don’t have a volume control on there fights. Ugh. But now all is quiet and I gently waking up.
Yesturday was cray - cray. We got a jamaican guy mid 30’s… black as midnight and a amputee and refuses to use a urnal. So he peeeees so bad and free litterally look like a flood on the floor. We thought housekeeping left a mess that is how bad it was. Then there was a vietnamese family who would refuse to leave what so ever. Sorry. We need to use the hoyer you must leave. “But I want to learn”.... no your never ever going to learn. These costs $1k’s and your too small and we need the room to move. Go sit outside. Goooood Gawd. Then morbidly obese woman needs to use the bed pan 4x’s for I leave. She is so big she dosn’t know if she is sitting on it or not. I can’t roll her - we just shove fat until we “think” we got it. I always say “fire in the hole” as a signal we “might” have it. She flattened one bed pan like to nothing. Another calls us to ask us when is breakfast coming, lunch coming, dinner coming. I asked her if she ever missed a meal she said no. I told not to worry about it. You didn’t get that size from missin a meal ( I didn’t say that part) but being obeses seems to be the running game here. And now that I work with it I see it. Everywhere. From family to family to family. One giant fucking fat family after another. Looking at a small bag of Lay’s potatoe chips like a lost pet. They have no idea what they doing to themselves or us as health care people taking care of them. The gowns are bigger, the beds are bigger, wheel chairs are now huge and I can’t roll a big one home to go down stairs in an elevator. I just can’t. Even with a running momentum. I just told John. No. You do it. First time I refused an order but hey I can’t and won’t.
We need a hospital made just for and only obese people. From children to adults and just make them go there so they have alllllllll the possible equipment to handle what may arise. From blood pressure cuffs to beds, sheets, bathrooms, elevators, defibs, whatever. Just go there. Then hire nothing but people who can take care of them. Big people not fat just fit. Alot of lifting, pulling, shoving ect. Then comes the diet. Complete nutrition turn around. Even give the hospital a gym istead of some lil “rehab” and make them actually walk - walk. Somewhere. Anywhere. Hallways big enough where 2 can pass at the same time. This is what we go thru every single day if one has to go down for a test. One at a time. Can’t do two. Can not pass.
Speaking of all of this I am picking up my bike today. Can’t wait.