Fat Nurses; a Parade of Irony

I have always been a big fan of irony.  And nothing intrigues me more than a fat nurse.  That’s right.

Let that sink in for a minute.  A fat nurse.   A nurse who is fat.  A nurse who eats too much.

I’m not talking about the glamorized nurse on television who every male patient wants a sponge bath from, I’m talking about the squeaky shoe nurse.

The nurse with the very visible, large panty line that looks like a mini-parachute hiding underneath some intensely stressed scrubs.  The nurse with the fake tanned skin, pursed lips from smoking and a speck of leftover Twinkie sitting on the corner of her mouth.

Now I’m not at all offended by people who are overweight.  I’ve always struggled with my weight, mainly because I’m not willing to give up Cheetohs, Mountain Dew and beer.

I know what it’s like to be overweight, but you don’t see me telling people to cut down on eating Philly cheese steaks or that midnight grilled cheese sandwich.

I know that difficulty first hand.   Oh, and I never forget to add a piece of bologna to the grilled cheese.  For protein of course. Continue reading

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