600 lb woman grows into couch

[A.Saturnus]

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.

[R'as al Ghul]

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,
yeah civil service is fun, isn' it?
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

[A.Saturnus]

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
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.