Skip to comments.Hospitals buy special fridges to store overweight bodies as obesity crisis escalates (UK)
Posted on 06/16/2014 2:21:12 AM PDT by Olog-hai
Britains obesity crisis is so serious that hospitals are buying specialist equipment to keep bodies cool because they are too large to fit into mortuary fridges.
Hospitals are also having to widen corridors, buy reinforced beds and lifting equipment in order to cope with the growing numbers of obese patients coming though their doors.
Figures obtained by The Telegraph show that hospitals have spent at least £5.5 million over the past three years to adapt allow them to treat larger patients. Experts now warn the cost of treating overweight and obese patients could rise to at least £10 million a year as the nations waistlines continue expanding.
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Well why don’t they just extract a pound of flesh from their overweight patients. That’s what the gov’t does with everyone’s money, and it sounds like they are coming up with a new way to fleece their public to pay for all those overweight folks. Sounds like they are trying to recreate Adolph Hitler’s master race of perfect, flawless people. Achtung!
We’ll there are other ways of dealing with a corpse...
Hard as a log and trussed like a frog, with his arms and legs outspread.
I gazed at the coffin Id brought for him, and I gazed at the gruesome dead,
And at last I spoke: Bill liked his joke; but still, goldarn his eyes,
A man had ought to consider his mates in the way he goes and dies.
Have you ever stood in an Arctic hut in the shadow of the Pole,
With a little coffin six by three and a grief you cant control?
Have you ever sat by a frozen corpse that looks at you with a grin,
And that seems to say: You may try all day, but youll never jam me in?
Im not a man of the quitting kind, but I never felt so blue
As I sat there gazing at that stiff and studying what Id do.
Then I rose and I kicked off the husky dogs that were nosing round about,
And I lit a roaring fire in the stove, and I started to thaw Bill out.
Well, I thawed and thawed for thirteen days, but it didnt seem no good;
His arms and legs stuck out like pegs, as if they was made of wood.
Till at last I said: It aint no use hes froze too hard to thaw;
Hes obstinate, and he wont lie straight, so I guess I got to saw.
So I sawed off poor Bills arms and legs, and I laid him snug and straight
In the little coffin he picked hisself, with the dinky silver plate,...
From ‘The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill’
There are studies out there that say it is the skinny ones who croak earlier in life, as they have no weight to fall back on when they get ill. The ones with some flesh on them last longer. I’d rather suffer from an abundance of food than starve from a lack thereof.
Instead it didn't really become a problem until the late 1980s and 1990s.
I do not believe those in the “some flesh on them last longer” category are the ones requiring enlarged freezers.
Robert Service is one of my favorite poets. One reason that everyone should look into him is all the “experts” hate him. That alone makes him worthy of our admiration...