This thread is certainly an eye opening read:
https://www.reddit.com/r/ems/comments/19azr7w/heaviest_patients/My favourite reads like something from a horror film:
Had s 750#+ pt, female living in an 850qft shed/apartment. weekly transfer due to her boredom. The patient would sit cross-legged on a queen sized matress and touch all 4 corners. Sat there like Jabba the Hut and passed waste in a custom hole her 130lb hubby had cut in the center of the bed. The rodents and farious fauna under the bed worshipped at that hole like it was a magical alter. She would brag she never had to empty the catchment system.
She loved drinking shitty cheap vodka and peach sweet tea 50/50 and chain smoked American Spirit cigarettes, often only burning half and then tossing it in the general direction of a coffee can.
One day, there was a fire. On arrival, there were rivulets of melted burning fat running down the driveway like something from lord of the rings.
It smelled exactly like cooking cheap bacon in one of those magic microwave cookers.
At least she died doing what she loved.