Someone had asked about fats. As you can all gather, I don't like them one bit.
Well, this week I learned how to disdain them even further. My area of coverage is usually not too bad. 6-7 calls a day on average per city (3 cities), spread across 4 dedicated crews due to the distances of the area. Most of our calls aren't that important, and we'll get an occasional stroke or myocardial infarct, or traffic collision with injuries. Otherwise it's usually people being bitches or seeking drugs.
This past week somehow turned from easy to being hell on earth. I work 3 days a week on 24 hour shifts. Somehow each day I had a cardiac arrest call. Each one was a lard tard. One was 52 and 400 pounds, another was 52 and 300 pounds with stage 4 cancer (I can't imagine how much weight it had already lost on chemo [was also pronounced DOA due to time down and not being seen]), and lastly a 70 y/o around 350 pounds. My back is dead, and I pulled a muscle in my left forearm trying to get adequate compressions during CPR. It's hard enough on a normal person as is.
Fucking fats making my body deteriorate before its time.