So I go work out at the gym. Man comes over with big BO cloud and decides to run on the treadmill next to me. Gag. I decide to stick it out for a few more minutes before I leave.
Leave the gym and there is a pungent raw sewage smell permeating the air. It's quite undeveloped country-ish and it seems to be everywhere. Gag once again.
Working in gross anatomy lab and after exposing the abdominal muscles, Big Al (the cadaver who is already smelly with formaldehyde) emits a putrid smell that is noted by the rest of the class. Gag yet again.
I never thought one day could smell so horrible. The East Coast continues to amaze me.
Herein lies mostly the funny and/or crazy things I come across working as a physical therapist in a hospital. And throughout which other ponderings are interspersed as well.
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