A 'scar' for life (Cranberries: "...do you have to let it linger?")

Buzzer to Theatre 1.
I go in to attend.
Gynaecologist at work. Head down between the legs of a big woman.
I notice all the other Theatre Staff of the Gynae are all standing up against the walls of the theatre ...as far from the Op as they can.
Then it hits me in the following second of entering.
Foul, putrid, fetid, rotten, stagnant, heavy, dank.
All these and more!
Alas, the 'buzzer' was on the far side of the Theatre, for me to turn off and boy did I pick up pace to do so.
Luckily is was a false call-in. They had fixed the problem, but forgot to turn the buzzer off.
Phew but still 'pew'  - my eyes were starting to water from the vaginal 'fumes'.
It was horrid!
I left that Theatre asap. But it was too late. My memory had become 'infected'.
I think of that Gynaecologist and his head down in that muckhole. No wonder they are all C_______s!