Well, I used to smell. Since my little sinus surgery, I’ve lost my sense of smell and taste. This has had an interesting effect. I usually have this strong craving for popcorn with butter on it – 24/7. I’ve thought about my popcorn, out of habit, I guess, but I haven’t gone and made any. It’s not worth it if you can’t taste it. I might as well be eating cardboard.
Can you imagine not smelling coffee, gasoline, red wine, sewage, Magic Markers, worms on the driveway? Popcorn at the theatre. That pine scent I spray on my fake Christmas tree? I wonder if it will come back? My family calls me sonar nose. I’m the weirdo that would smell a gas leak on the way to driving the kids to school, call and report it, and on my way home find six bulldozers tearing up a gas pipe on some poor soul’s front lawn. (I’m petrified of gas leaks).
I can smell BO from a mile away. I can smell Florida when I land there. I could smell smoke a mile away. I was a devout smeller. Now I can’t smell sh#t. Literally.
Tasting – I also can’t taste. I was eating some cracked-pepper crackers today. Nada – zilch. No pepper taste, but my mouth is sort of burning from the pepper. I’ve lost four pounds with this no taste/smell/surgery thing. Maybe I hope it never comes back!
What is the thing you would miss most if you couldn’t taste it ever again? Or what smell would you miss most if you couldn’t smell it again? My quick answer without thinking too deeply would be my beloved popcorn with real butter – for both my taste and smell.
And to think I just paid a gazillion dollars to have a venting machine put in my basement so it didn’t smell like an old person’s basement. I bet Marty wishes I had had my surgery before I found this company that makes these venting machines. I have no idea if it’s working or not now. Marty’s sniffer stinks – ha. So I don’t trust his judgement.
So you people out there, stop taking your sense of smell and taste for granted. So much for my career in taking Padma’s place in Top Chef.
Love, Little Miss Sunshine