Rag on a stick!

Bang Bang Bart

PIZZA PLAN

LISA NEEDS BREADSTICKS

We're getting free health insurance in work, they had a lady in from the insurance company to talk us through it. When she said 'dental plan' I almost shat myself!!

"rushed"

I'd say he hit it repeatedly.

I think I saw a bit of that. Usually people like that aren't actually racist so much as working a strategy whereby they get attention while simultaneously keeping people at a distance, which they do because they have some serious fucking problem (some cocktail of profound insecurity, depression, bi-polar, etc.). I mean, they very well could be racist, but it's not the main thing motivating their behaviour. Unfortunately, they are, as you say, truly fucking repugnant people and their defence mechanism is to aggressively alienate anyone around them that there is really no way to help them unless they actually want help.

I'm sure the pizza was just his straw that broke the camel's back, metaphorically speaking of course, since even methadone clinics won't kick you out for drugs, but really? Working at the VA hospital I saw the worst kind of racism and homophibia on a daily basis, and we just soldiered through. I know that possible post traumatic stress disorder's not like an eating disorder, and some people have both and some have neither regardless of prior experience, but you don't throw someone out of a hospital unless the threat becomes physical. And if I want to stretch my metaphor a little further, if he did break the rules and endangered himself, throwing him out of a hospital is no different from throwing a suicidal vet out after repeated attempts on the inside, just saying "go ahead and kill yourself but not here."

Maybe an insurance thing...I doubt they'll be happy paying for a 4 year stay while an obese guy keeps breaking from the program.

Also don't organ transplant programs kick you off the list if you violate some rules, or did House lie to me?!

That's a good point. I do believe that something like a liver or lung transplant will be postponed and eventually denied if you continue to smoke or drink, but since you're probably in the hospital anyway it's as hard to get in as it is in prison, even though it's completely legal as a pizza to have. If someone decides "hey I'd rather drink and smoke then get the care I need" then the hospital can say you're on your own, but they won't kick you out if they find a bottle of booze or a pack of cigarettes hidden in your room, they'll just figure out a solution. And a fifth of whiskey on a fucked up liver or a pack of cigarettes is minimal damage anyway, but so's a whole pizza for a guy of this size.

That doctor from "My 600-Pound Life" will eventually tell you to go pound sand if you keep intentionally fucking up, which I think is like 1000% legit. He'll get patients in therapy, get them a dietitian to come to their house and shit, etc. But if you won't play ball no matter how hard people try to help you, I think it's better to tell them to fuck off rather than waste everyone else's time and money.

Hoo boy, that link. Maybe I wouldn't feel so bad about it if this guy finished dying of utterly predictable heart failure.