talkin to the fatties
so the coin has flipped and the phone calls with the skinny chicks are petering out and the fatties are coming back like a fucking plague of locusts. 300 lbs, down from 350, 270 down from 400. it boggles the mind that these people sound as normal as they do. call me insensitive/politically incorrect, but one can assume that morbidly obese people have weird voices to match they body - deep distorted grunts and gasping lungs, collapsing under the pressure of the weight of their bodies.
On the contrary: many of the obese women I speak with have beautiful voices. Many of the men I speak don't call to mind those creepy raspy voiced guys who have to be air-lifted out of their homes, the couches they were sitting on grafted to their bodies. They sound like nice, manly men. not girly men, ala Ahhnold. So that experience has definitely broken down some preconceived notions that I had.
but it is horribly fucking depressing. I mean, these people have all sorts of health problems that they tell me about. diabetes, lupus, cardiac problems, joints that snap like toothpicks under the weight. and don't even start me on the medication interactions that go on: one woman was gracious enough to tell me that she always gets yeast infections from the steriods they have her taking.
I just recently learned about how stomach bypass surgery works. They split the stomach in 1/2, creating one space for the food to go into, and another, larger space for bile. They also have to split the esophagus, creating tubes to the bile vessel and newly formed stomach. People who have these operations are not allowed to consume any processed sugar. they are allowed to eat only one tablespoon of food 6 times a day. they can not drink and eat at the same time. if they eat more than allowed they puke.
interestingly, you can get fat again with a bypass: you can slowly, slowly stretch that stomach out so that it can accomodate more food.
but really, who would want to? I would say only the really mentall ill, those who just simply can not live without stuffing their faces full of junk food. I understand that they do provide therapy sessions for people after their bypass, but apparently those sessions eventually end, and I really wonder how effective they are. these people need intense therapy to talk to through their deepest problems (as do we all, really), and after my glimpse into the field of psychiatric inpatient and outpatient care, I expect the worst out of many psychological/psychiatric services. they are run by undertrained, uncaring people who are equally, if not more, fucked up in the head as the people they are supposed to be helping.
rant. schnikies.
enough of the fat.
let's go eat twinkie-weener sandwiches.
H
On the contrary: many of the obese women I speak with have beautiful voices. Many of the men I speak don't call to mind those creepy raspy voiced guys who have to be air-lifted out of their homes, the couches they were sitting on grafted to their bodies. They sound like nice, manly men. not girly men, ala Ahhnold. So that experience has definitely broken down some preconceived notions that I had.
but it is horribly fucking depressing. I mean, these people have all sorts of health problems that they tell me about. diabetes, lupus, cardiac problems, joints that snap like toothpicks under the weight. and don't even start me on the medication interactions that go on: one woman was gracious enough to tell me that she always gets yeast infections from the steriods they have her taking.
I just recently learned about how stomach bypass surgery works. They split the stomach in 1/2, creating one space for the food to go into, and another, larger space for bile. They also have to split the esophagus, creating tubes to the bile vessel and newly formed stomach. People who have these operations are not allowed to consume any processed sugar. they are allowed to eat only one tablespoon of food 6 times a day. they can not drink and eat at the same time. if they eat more than allowed they puke.
interestingly, you can get fat again with a bypass: you can slowly, slowly stretch that stomach out so that it can accomodate more food.
but really, who would want to? I would say only the really mentall ill, those who just simply can not live without stuffing their faces full of junk food. I understand that they do provide therapy sessions for people after their bypass, but apparently those sessions eventually end, and I really wonder how effective they are. these people need intense therapy to talk to through their deepest problems (as do we all, really), and after my glimpse into the field of psychiatric inpatient and outpatient care, I expect the worst out of many psychological/psychiatric services. they are run by undertrained, uncaring people who are equally, if not more, fucked up in the head as the people they are supposed to be helping.
rant. schnikies.
enough of the fat.
let's go eat twinkie-weener sandwiches.
H
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