Okay, can you imagine puking and shitting so hard that you need to go to the ER, then having this fat worthless pile of shit shamble in, a cloud of stank billowing around her as she loudly recounts her entirely self-inflicted woes, punctuated by "HEE HEE!"? Stomach issues are very unpleasant and can make even the smell of food unappealing or outright disgusting. Now picture being sick with the worst stomach bug of your life, unable to keep even sips of water down, and then smelling Chantal, weeks since her last thorough hose-down and fresh off a cocaine fueled "workout".
I hope the patient next door made a full recovery and are back to their life, which is likely way more fulfilling than Chantal's existence. In my imagination, the person is a skinny, marathon running bitch with a super hot boyfriend, a nice home, and maybe an Instagram where she posts occasional photos of decadent food treats to many accolades.