Farting in hospitals

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The main problem with staying in hospital rooms is the total lack of ventilation. If you're lucky enough to have a window, chances are you can't open it. The rooms are super heated and there's just no airflow.

This means that when I fart, it doesn't go anywhere. I have to pace around the room to try to get the air moving a bit to stir and hopefully thin out the atmospheric soup. After a few minutes of pacing this seems to work.

Then you leave the room for a few minutes to get a drink of water and when you come back in the smell hits you. It never left, you just got used to it. You accept your fate and let another one go just in time for the nurse to come round for the obs.

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