I don’t think she can go to a doctor. She can’t get in a car and they don’t have one anyway. She couldn’t get on a bus, if there is even a usable bus system where she is. Unless there is a doctor across the street that Gene can push her to, she isn’t making normal appointments.
There is only one way for her to see a doctor, and that’s to call for an ambulance and ask for bariatric services. My guess is it’s not exactly a fast process, especially since she sued them once. They’ll come, but I imagine they’ll finish their coffee or card game first. They’ll have to have a double-wide ambulance with strong suspension and reinforced everything, as well as hydraulic equipment and special lifters, and as they take her to the hospital, Jen will be yelling at them all the way.
Every time she needs medical care, that’s who she has to call. On the taxpayer dime, no doubt. Ambulances aren’t covered under my insurance, so if I called one, I’d need to be prepared to pay $6,000. That’s for a human-sized ride and a working adult. So you drive.
On the plus side, when Gene finds her on the floor, the same bariatric team will have to come out for the last time. Maybe they’ll call the guy who she sued to come give her the last ride.
I had missed past Chaffle-makings, had only heard her talk about them. I just assumed it was chicken and waffles. You can imagine my horror to discover it’s shredded cheese, burned to a crisp on a waffle maker and mixed with crap like pickles. Absolutely atrocious, the things that sow puts in her mouth. Yet, watching her eat is worse than what she eats. It’s indescribable. She gets this far away look and chews like no creature I’ve ever seen. They could make a horror movie with a scene of her eating-no special effects.