Ick…I never realized that WAS a fetish??? 
WFT???
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If you can imagine someone doing something - somebody else will be aroused by it. And a third person will be trying to make a buck selling photos.
Don’t ask. Don’t look.
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I accidentally got a big glop of hand soap on my cat one day, and had to hose it off of her in the shower*, and she fear peed all over the shower - that was some unbelievably stinky pee. And oh yes, it lingered. You wouldn’t think the smell of pee would be so bad in a bathroom where you kind of expect it, but that was some special pee.
- If you think this episode would have cured her of hanging out on the bathroom sink counter, you would be wrong.
I think medical facilities should be in a class all of their own for disgusting work hazards. I remember coming back from lunch while working in the Histotechnology lab in a hospital, and the old birds who ran the Histo lab had decided to throw away the human leg that had been in the lab long enough (body parts taken off in surgery are “pickled” with formaldehyde and then retained for a certain period of time). They just put it, reeking and gross, into the biohazard garbage to be dumped later. I guess they had worked in Histo so long that the smell of old body parts or seeing the foot and leg in the garbage didn’t bother them any more, but it sure as hell bothered ME. I wrapped it all up and took it to the incinerator room myself rather than keep looking at and smelling someone’s cut-off leg.
Then there were the daily hazards that make up a lab tech’s job - blood, feces, urine, sputum, semen, sharps, crush injuries from the machines, cutting your hand off with the microtome blades, burning yourself and/or the lab down with open flames, infectious organisms, heat from sterilizing equipment, slip and fall accidents from spills, cancerous reagents, all part of a day’s work in a medical lab. Jeeze, I wonder why I don’t want to work as a lab tech any more? 
Why in gods name couldnt you put it into the lead pig and do a mass count on it? That is what multichannel analyzers are good for=)
I worked in a Catholic cemetery as a teen ager. One summer day my job was to disinterr all the infants buried various places in the cemetery and rebury them all in a new baby cemetery, at the base of a group of marble statues of Jesus on the cross with Mary & co. standing below him.
The temperature was in the 90’s, and the Summer humidity in southern Wisconsin can be cut with a butter knife. Several of the babies had only recently died. Babies are not usually embalmed. I pulled them up from below permafrost level and carried them over to the cross in that diabolical heat. I swear I could hear their bodies swelling up and popping open.
I’d smelled plenty of dead cows and dead birds. Human corpses, I learned that day, have the same dingy-sweet smell. Kind of strolls up to the nerves in your nasal passages and says “yes, you’ll remember me.”
Adding to my ordeal was my friendship with the unwed mother of one of the babies. We had a hell of a time getting the church mothers to allow the burial, until the old caretaker I worked with at the cemetery threatened to tell how these same old gals had screwed around themselves back in the 1930’s
My friends used to come around while I worked, bringing 8-packs of those little Miller Shorty beers; kids lured by the nasty teenage novelty of a trip to a working graveyard.
This day they arrived for a unique treat. Also wandered up was my 12-year old brother. The babies were mostly in styrofoam and pasteboard coffins. The guys started to goad me into opening one of the coffins. I was by this time grossly dehydrated and jaded by inhaling dead baby fumes, so I “accidentlay” clipped the corner of a styrofoam coffin with my shovel. This revealed an air-tight plastic bag, inside of which was visible a hand-knit powder blue baby blanket with yellow edging.
The pathos of this revolted them. “Stop! No! Don’t open it!”
(all except my godamn little brother “Come on! Go ahead and open it!” Though I didn’t)
Still, it beat flipping burgers.
I just looked that up…thanks.
Added a new one that I wasn’t expecting yesterday.
I usually clean out all the crates at the end of the day with a 10% bleach solution. Right before one owner came to pick up her pup, the pup peed in the crate, so I left the pee in there to clean with everything else.
You know how you are never supposed to mix bleach and ammonia? I was in the crate, on my knees when the fumes got me - it felt like my eyes, nose and lungs were seared. Hope I didn’t do any permanent damage! Who’d a thunk that dog pee was THAT strong?
Dead body smells like nothing else, and if you’ve ever smelled it, you’ll never forget it. It’s hard to describe what makes the smell so bad; it just smells so very, very wrong.
Yeah, I don’t get how people can describe it as a sickeningly sweet smell. It’s just sickening, there’s no sweet in there. Of course, I’ve only smelled dead animals, I don’t imagine dead humans could smell much better.
My WAG is that it assaults all your receptors, including for sweet.
It’s probably hard-wired into our brains by evolution as a danger signal.
aruvqan, sorry I missed this question at the time you made it. The problems with the mass count were several: First off, the volume of material to be counted was larger than the counting chamber on our relatively small multichannel analyzer; we could have gotten around that by building a housing with lead bricks around the material to be counted, and using our most sensitive radiac, but that would have been very time and man-power intensive. Spreading it out and using a frisker, instead, would satisfy the decon requirements, quickly, for something that no-one involved really believed was going to be radioactive. (If you’re putting out glowing poop, you’ve got bigger problems than properly bagging and tagging it.)
More to the point, our Chief Engineer was from Georgia (I believe) and while that didn’t affect his technical abilities, nor even how good an officer he was generally, it did color how he processed language. When the report he recieved about the bag was: (spoilered for naughty language) “Sir, we just found a yellow bag full of shit.” he didn’t connect that with fecal matter. He just thought it was a generic bag of stuff. It wasn’t until after the rest of the Reactor Laboratory division refused to spread it out and count it; and he’d made it a specific order to the Division Officer that someone spread it out and count it, or else; and the LCPO took it upon himself to bite the bullet that he actually got around to asking why there’d been such resistance to doing the work.
There was a horrible rotting stench at work today. It was coming from upstairs.
By 11am, they had found the source; there was a dead rat that was decomposing in the office. Blech!
Yes, you should. I had to take my cat Luna in to have her anal glands expressed a few times when she was younger. The experience turned her from a sweet, affectionate cat at the vet’s office (like she is to us at home) to a cat that hisses and growls through her appointments, and one the vet techs won’t handle without the elbow-length leather gloves. She peed in her crate when I took her in to have her teeth cleaned. Poor Luna And I’m sure the experience couldn’t have been any more pleasant for the vet techs expressing her anal glands…
Occasionally the little inflatable balloon on the enema tip fails to hold the tip in place. I really hate it when that happens.
Not a work hazard but a home hazard. My dear sweet but now deceased mother in law had a colostomy bag. Every once in a while the tube attached to her insides would get sucked inside of her and had to fished out. My wife had the routine down and it would take her just a few seconds. Then one day when the wife and children were gone, I hear MIL calling from the bathroom. Her tube has slipped and I had to fish it out. I tried the usual methods and they did not work. I then retrieved a set of hemostats from a hobby tool kit and was able to grab the end of the tube. Did you know that folks with colostomy bags have no control over when they evacutate? Just as I got the tube out I heard a weird noise then was hit in the face with what I can only call one of the most vile things that can come from a human body. She was able to pinch off the tube till she could aim to towards the toilet, by then I was leaning over the bathtub retching and washing the stuff off my face. After that experience, if the two of us were home alone, the colostomy bag was changed before my wife went anywhere.