A Conversation

Via phone, with Witness.

Me: "Ugh, my throat hurts."
Him: "Why?"
Me: "Well, we had this patient with bilateral decubital ulcers on her feet, so I spent the time breathing through my mouth and wearing a surgical mask."
Him: "So now your mouth feels like it has decubital feet ulcers in it?"
Me: "Yeah, I'm paranoid that I have decubital feet ulcer bacteria growing in my throat."
Him: "Yeah, you probably do."
Me: "EW, WHAT!?"
Him: *giggles* "You know smells are just little particles of things."
Me: "EW YOU'RE SO GROSS."
Him: *laughing harder* "And really strong smells are LOTS OF PARTICLES!"
Me: "You sadistic sonuva!"
Him: "Haha, yeah, I know. Decubital feet ulcers in your mouth."
Me: "Oh God, that's so disgusting."
Him: *pauses* "Yeah...ew, it is."
Me: "Haha, at least it got you, too! But you gave me an idea for a story, so I'll forgive you some."
Him: "Oh, thank goodness!"

Yeah, thought you guys would appreciate that. And what I really mean is that I'm hoping to share my misery with you.

Also:
Partner of the Day: "Your hair smells like shampoo."

I suppose it's better than many of the alternatives...?

Take care out there,
Sam

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