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What a lard ass! I'm sorry anyone who grows THAT big i have no respect for in the slightest. Christ man has the lady ever heard of willpower
It takes alot of willpower to cram that 10th twinky into your mouth ~:joker:Quote:
Originally Posted by The Blind King of Bohemia
If she was on the couch for five years how did she go to the bathroom? How did she get food? Whoever gave this lady food needs a talking to. This just seems unreal.
She must have had pschological problems to begin with. I just can't imagine any sane person allowing themselves to degenerate into that.
She probably just wore dipers ~:(Quote:
Originally Posted by mercian billman
But that story is truely disgusting, wow some people!
[q]all the above[/q]
Hence the investigation. Never to have moved in 1400+ days? Something very wrong there.
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If she was on the couch for five years how did she go to the bathroom?
The question is who changed the diapers and how? ~:rolleyes:Quote:
She probably just wore dipers
maybe she had her own drainage system ?
Thanks for all of those helpful comments, I was going to have breakfast............
How do you stay that fat once you're so big you can't get up to get food.
I feel sorry for those fireman that tried to rescue the lady. After sitting on a couch for 5 years she must have smelled very bad.
Absolutely and horribly grotesque ~:eek:
She was 480, not that it makes much difference at 4' 10". It also said that the place was so bad no one went in without hazmat gear. She was wallowing in her own ... not a pretty thought!
She was probably a non violent mental patient who was a threat only to herself. Oh well, not my problem. ~:cheers:
5 years on a couch? Skin grafted into its fabric? That is an unbelievable story.
and who's going to pay for all this? https://forums.totalwar.org/vb/image...s/misc/mad.gif
that's right, the US taxpayers (like me)
fat-tax, please.
Nah, wouldn't work.Quote:
Originally Posted by solypsist
Instead we should make a law that no one is allowed to be over 350 pounds.
I'm with Soly here. BIG taxes for being over 350 pounds.Quote:
Originally Posted by Caporegime1984
This is the strangest news item over posted on these boards... ~:shock:
As long as I am safe at a comfortable 250, I really don't care
Yeah well, then they end up suing McDonalds and getting rid of the supersize ~:mecry: . It's one thing if you try and lose wait, or if it's a disease or something... But if you blaim it on other people and don't try and help yourself, that's messed up. Of course, I have the exact opposite problem. I'm 5'9", 16 and around 105 (give or take a couple of pounds, depending on the time of day and how much I've had to eat).
You're 250 pounds! That's what about 17 and a half stones. I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend, but that's pretty heavy. I'm only 13 stones (182 pounds) and I'm 3 years older than you, am six feet tall, and am fairly muscular from playing rugby.Quote:
Originally Posted by Caporegime1984
Unless of course American pounds have a smaller mass than British pounds, in which case you may be a perfectly normal weight. If this is the case feel free to disregard my post.
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the ladies don't care for anything 5 pounds overweight - and my bfrindex is perfect.
your average new yorker walks 2-3 miles a day; i get in 5 a lot of the time.
but seriously, obesity is ruining the chances of affordable medical care and by a large degree, hospital price increases will grow disproportionately from the usual inflation
I'm really lightly built. I was about 8.5 stone the last time I checked.
now why does this remind me of the tabloids at the checkout stand in the grocery store? "Aliens Glue Woman to Couch and Force-feed Her for 6 Years. story on page 7' :)
fat tax... lol. never happen.... too many 'fat' politicians already ;)
K.
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Originally Posted by thrashaholic
Well, it is fat, I know... I'm 5'10, and luckily for me I am just 'large,' not really fat but not really big, you know? THe weight is evenly distributed and it really doesn't look all that bad (kinda makes me look more like a guinie when I am wearing a suit) and some of it is muscle (not much, admittingly)
-Capo
It reminds me a bit of the gluttony killing in 7even. Good film that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kraellin
wow...you look at this forum the instant you wake up? ~;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Ja'chyra
Who doesn't?
:thumbsup: good morning! ~DQuote:
Originally Posted by Efrem Da King
That's one horrible story. I still cannot comprehend how did her skin and the couch "became one", unbelievable.
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5 years not moving from a couch... I wonder which of our patrons just bought it? ~:joker:
Tell that to the Big Show and Kane ~;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Caporegime1984
Lol, no I just don't eat until I've been up for a couple of hours.Quote:
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Originally Posted by Ja'chyra
Thanks for all of those helpful comments, I was going to have breakfast............
wow...you look at this forum the instant you wake up?
In some cases cowboys was buried with their boots on only because the boots had grown attached to his feets. ~D The body simply starts to use that as skin instead.Quote:
That's one horrible story. I still cannot comprehend how did her skin and the couch "became one", unbelievable.
So that grown attached part is possible, the question here is who the hell took "care" of her, when it comes to food and toilet wisitings.
During my 15 months civil service (alternative to army in Germany),
me and my colleagues had to frequently clean up a flat of a 300lb woman.
She barely moved all day. If she had to urinate, I guess she would just let it run into the couch she was sitting on the whole day, watching silly game shows.
If she had bowel movements, she would move herself to the bathroom, but usually she wouldn't hit the toilet too well. Meaning that the "crap" would be all over and next to the toilet. Besides here legs were so fat, that even when she sat down on the bowel, there wouldn't be enough space between them to urinate into the toilet. It would usually just run down the legs.
Can you imagine the smell in a flat like that?
We were always drawing straws to determine who had to go.
Apart from her filthy disgusting appearance she was also a major bitch.
One of the most horrible persons I ever met.
Please excuse the explicit description.
Obviously there're some who have a disease that causes them to grow fat. They have my pity. Others are just undisciplined and eat until they are fat. They have my disgust. Ever saw an animal in nature who was fat? I guess not.
R'as
R'as, ya shoulda gone for the army! I detest people like that. Outside of medical conditions I fully support fat tax. It's just so revolting (for lack of better wording outside of explicit words ~:p )
Them people need to be forced to exercise! *Grabs whip* "Jump dammit!" :jumping: ~:joker:
~:eek:Quote:
If she had bowel movements, she would move herself to the bathroom, but usually she wouldn't hit the toilet too well. Meaning that the "crap" would be all over and next to the toilet. Besides here legs were so fat, that even when she sat down on the bowel, there wouldn't be enough space between them to urinate into the toilet. It would usually just run down the legs.
Blimey. They REALLY don't like people choosing the non-military option for national service then?
While there were times that I regretted my choice, it was
all in all rewarding.
See, there are senior citizens who don't have relatives taking care of them.
Some of them need just somebody to talk to, someone to buy them food or take them for walk. Cleaning windows, staircases and flats was a major activity. Some of the people really enjoyed company and were nice. Others, as above, were just disgusting. If she hadn't been such a bad character I even would have been able to feel pity for her.
At the end of service I had the feeling to actually have helped some people coping with their everyday life, making their lives easier. Regarding my authority problems (I don't like to be commanded by morons) it was the right thing to do. German social system relies heavily on organisations like Red Cross etc. Those organisations employ those who refuse to do military service at low wages. But I did earn more than those who did the army service.
R'as
And I go to the Org for this... horrible.
Ahh, R´as, you were also one of these "cowards" ~;)
I was in a surgery department of a hospital. Watching people suffer untill they die and that stuff. I could try to top your story with some of mine, but I don´t want members to get sick. Back then I always had the impression to be in a sort of twilight zone, as if normal reality stops at the door and waits untill you´re back.
Lol,Quote:
Originally Posted by A.Saturnus
yeah civil service is fun, isn' it? ~:mecry:
Actually I have another one about a woman who had "multiple sclerosis" (?).
But that one is sooo ugly that I don't want to post it.
Once or twice per week I had to enter the Twilight Zone, too.
Meeting an old woman in a late state of Parkinson.
She was locked into her flat. We had the key. When you entered her flat, she was completely surprised to see somebody. Of course, she couldn't remember our names. If you went to the kitchen to fix some tea, it occured that she forgot that you were there and was again shocked and surprised to see someone when you came back to the living room. She would then ask you for your name.
When we left, we had to lock her up again for her own safety.
R'as
One day I had to take care of a schizophrenic. He thought he was in a hotel and not in a department for plastic surgery. He treated me as a waiter. Though, he was busy because that day he had an audiance with the pope ~:dizzy:
What´s interesting though, is that some people with a really bad character can change. I noticed that. There was this guy I met right in the beginning of my service. He was a real bastard. Yelling at people for being to slow that are trying to help him. Well, he had leukemia. A year later, when my service was already over, I still worked sometimes in the hospital as a nightwatch for patients. One night, I had to stay with that guy. Of course, I wasn´t looking out for it much. Now, when I entered the room he was lying in and told him that I´ll be here for the night, he was as happy as a little child at chistmas. He probably would have hugged me if the machines he was attached too would have allowed it, just because it meant he hadn´t to be alone.