So where my friend works they have closing glass doors. This person had the doors closed, but no iso sign (HUGE WARNING), and you could still smell it when you came through the swing doors several hundred feet away. I have smelled a few pretty old dead bodies, feces, maggot wounds. This was something else. I am firmly in the "bad smells don't bother me much" camp. This bothered me.
I would prefer eating feces to smelling it again. If you've ever inhaled during a bad fire and felt pain in your lungs like you're inhaling the fire itself, but with stink, that is what it felt like. It was paralyzing. I spent most of the time with my nose buried in my own armpit, working one-armed.
I'm sure the person was in pain, but also, shame on them for not asking for help sooner. They were certainly okay with asking for help in their addiction. A 20 and 8 plus ketamine did nothing to stop the fighting, and it's angering to be badmouthed in that moment and then to spend the day in bed munchie style because it wipes you. I may have said a few fat phobic things.