I evaluated a fat obeast this morning. I knew it was going to be bad when he waddled in for his evaluation, already 10 minutes late, carrying a huge bottle of Mountain Dewbeetus, and immediately saying he had to use the restroom.
He was breathing audibly throughout mere conversation, which apparently is taxing to his cardiovascular system despite being immobile, slouched on a chair. He complained about every single motion I asked him to do, and he was panting loudly when I had him doing basic stretches. Merely lying on his back pulling one knee toward his chest led to panting and the comment "I am not used to doing exercising." Yeah, I figured that one out already, genius. Multiple times he had to take a break (from mostly passive stretching activity) to get huge gulps of his Mountain Dewbeetus juice (gotta keep up that energy after all!).
By the time he was finished, he reeked horribly despite the ridiculously rudimentary tasks he performed. I used extra sanitizing wipes on everything he had any contact with because he was, frankly, fucking disgusting.
The kicker: he is an STNA, so apparently this lump of shit is responsible for giving medical care to others. What a tragedy. I am extremely skeptical of any healthcare professional who is fat, because my immediate thought is "hypocrite."