Who Got the Funk?

We got the funk.

All of it. Right here. At University Hospital.

I have worked at many hospitals in my long and storied life, but none quite as funky as University. Specifically, funky smelling. Brooke smells like molded plastic and Wilford smells sometimes a little moldy, but University smells like sweat, pee, sweaty pee, and a hundred other things. I am not sure if this is a county hospital thing or just a San Antonio thing, but I have smelt some pretty unspeakable smells. With the construction taking place immediately adjacent to our team room the scents have been accented recently by what I can only guess are the odors of latex paint and rubber cement which transitions to maple syrup if you huff enough of it. If trends continue I may turn to adorning all my patients with pine scented car fresheners, spraying them down with Lysol spray prior to interviews, spraying myself down with Lysol spray prior to interviews, or just sticking coal briquettes up my nose. Regardless of the solution, this funk cannot go on forever or I will not go on forever. It's just too funky.

Thankfully, the Vistana currently smells like San Clemente. I am grateful for flowering Jasmine.