Virginia Tadrzynski wrote:
> When I first was married, both hubby and I worked in emergency medicine.
> One call required calling in the local fire department with a cherry picker
> to get a load out of an upper storied apartment. Seems she was despondent
> and ate herself into a massive state. Then when family and friends finally
> decided 'gee, she looks bad' at 700 lbs + not only could she not stand or
> walk, but wouldn't fit through the door frame. Had to remove the front
> windows and bring in the cherry picker. They strapped her to a security
> door (a backboard used for vehicle extrication snapped under her) and they
> had to slide her out the window three stories up and used automotive tie
> down straps to winch her to the cherry picker. When they got her to the
> ground, the collapsable legs under the guerney buckled under the weight. I
> don't know what happened to her, but I do know that at any time during the
> 'rescue' anything from the weight throwing the basket off balance to one of
> the medics losing his balance climbing in and out of third floor window
> could have happened. It took at least 10 guys to lift her into the
> ambulance, any of them could have gotten a hernia from the attempt. No
> thank you, no gratitude, just 'do you have any snack food in this thing' on
> the the way to the hospital.

Egad. And that comment at the end. No wonder...
>
> I have an understanding with my dear husband, now of 25 years. We both have
> put on weight, probably too much weight, but if either of us gets to that
> point. I opted to being shot at point blank range to put me out of my
> misery. I would have been mortified to have to have the fire department get
> me out of my own home.
> -ginny

I told my daughter it is just as well I get uncomfortable with my
weight before I am heavier....

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Jean B.