Alright so I got a new patient this week, well I've seen him before but lucky me I've got him again. It's sad when I walk to the door, of his house, and I can smell the cigarette smoke seeping out through the door. I honestly can't stand that smell. It makes me sick and want to puke. Well this house, you walk in and the air is not clear. It's got a nice smokey look to it. Wonderful. I can't breathe. As I make my way to the back of the house it gets thicker. Finally, I make it to his room, where the cloud of smoke is the thickest. GRAND. I'm weezing by this point. I find the man sitting on the edge of his bed naked, with just a bathrobe covering his shoulders. Why even were the thing! But don't worry I can't see anything anyway. The man is about 400lbs, adn the fat covers everything. So I get to tell a naked, 400 lb man to exercise. Life can't get much better. Turns out the man can't even kick his leg out. Well I did what I could and left. My poor clothes. I should burn them. They smelled so bad. Lucky for me, I had recently stocked up on febreze. I think his neighbor thought I was nuts as I soaked my clothes and hair in febreze. YUM. I now smell like laundry. Guess what, I have to see this man 3 times a week for a month. Oh and here's a bonus. The man's on oxygen! He is going to blow himself up. Please say I'm not in the room at that time.
