The Mysterious Odor

Making myself comfortable on my bed, I unwrapped my bandage, revealing my iodine-stained arm. I had donated plasma over three hours earlier, and the hole still bled a little, but that's typical. I think when I pull off the gauze, all the dried blood gets pulled up with it, reopening the wound. Either that or I'm a hemophiliac. While I dabbed the drop of blood, and contemplated what item to check off my to do list first, I smelled a faint unpleasant odor. I held my arm up to my nose and inhaled. It smelled like iodine. That wasn't it. Oh, well. I ignored both the smell and my homework and checked my Facebook for the third time today. Derek Lemmon commented on my photo. I smelled my arm again. Iodine. I looked down at my legs crossed under me. I leaned over till my nose nearly touched my right foot. Mystery solved.