I Smell Funny

So it's really hot and humid here in Little Rock. The necropsy floor opens onto a loading dock and temperature in there is only tolerable at best.

I wear business casual clothing to work, but change into scrubs for necropsies in the afternoon. I add a swaddling, impermeable, disposable lab coat and long-cuff, heavy-duty gloves. And I sweat like a beast of burden.

Humidity, sweat, and dead animals create a potent odor combo. I wash my hands and face. I change back into normal clothes.

And I still smell funny when I get home.

Thankfully I live with dogs and a cat. They don't seem to notice. They probably think that I smell better.