Smells....ew!

You were probably thinking this would be a blog about work. It's not. You can read it without taking a deep breathe in wondering whether or not to continue with this one....
My roommate is half white boy, half Chinese. Walking into the house after work makes the culture gap that much more apparent. I normally do not notice cultural differences unless I have left to go search it out. But when I open the door and step inside and nearly vomit myself, well, I am reminded.
I have no idea what he makes, but every night it is another funky nauseating smell wafting through the house. Before, when we were still talking, he would explain what he was making, and half the time I could pronounce it. About a quarter of the time I would try it. Half those times I liked it. The past 3 days though, I am holding my breathe to get upstairs so I can light a nice smelling candle in my own room.
You would think nurses could stomach anything. Mostly we can. But we each have our own little "gross out" things. For me, undigested food that has been vomited usually can catch a good little gag reflex off me. List of foods I will never eat again: honey-nut cheerios, certain spagetti sauces, tomato soup and a special "hospital medley" of vegetables (peas, carrots and corn. If they are individual, ok. If all mixed, forget it.)
I still love my job. And a bit of advice: anethesia and food do not mix. Even if your doctor lets you eat after surgery, stick with clear juice until the next day. Unless you like practicing bulemia!