My head is packed, but not with ideas.
What peanut butter tastes like without one’s sense of smell:
Spackle.
What everything else tastes like:
Spackle.
Come on--everything? What about an orange? A smoothie? Hot and sour soup? Or here, have some sushi with extra wasabi.
Spackle, spackle, spackly liquid, slightly salty spackle.
Worst thing about losing sense of smell (hereafter referred to as “smellability”):
Unable to indulge in morning ritual of smelling Charlie’s popcorn-scented paws.
Greatest thing EVER about losing smellability, according to Charlie:
See above.
Best thing about losing smellability:
Able to use the bathroom immediately after husband has befouled it.
Items used to confirm loss of smellability:
Coffee, Windex, dog’s paws, air freshener, armpits, dog’s paws, top of preschooler’s head, dog’s paws, dog’s paws.
What it feels like to not be able to smell anything:
luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh
“Lurh”? That’s the best you can do, Ms. Fancy Wordsmith?
It’s my experience of not being able to smell. You wouldn’t understand.
Just don’t claim that’s onomatopoeia, because it is so not onomatopoeia.
I would never claim such a thing.
The only thing going on inside brain, which was once jam-packed with self-conscious musings, lyrics to Gilbert O'Sullivan's "Alone Again, Naturally," and revenge fantasies involving eighth grade bully:
Luuuuuurrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh
That’s what I thought.
Shut up. I'm sick.
There, there. Here’s some spackle for you.
luuuuurrrrrrhhhhhhhh










January 5, 2006
Reader Comments (68)
Seriously hoping you're feeling better soon. Middle child and I are getting over something similar, so I know whereof you speak. Rest. Get well.
As far as you know.
Love the onamonadingdong!
Hey, who has a fever of 103? I do! I do! This is sort of fun. In a not-fun-at-all way.
Now, I can smell most things, a bit, and a few things in sharp detail. Specifically: oregano. I stick my nose right in the jar like a crazed oregano junkie. I can eat oranges again, although I still get the vomitous whiff every so often, so I don't quite trust them.
There's a word for this condition: ANOSMIA. If you Google it, Google politely queries whether you meant "insomnia", and you really really wish that's what you meant.
(though it was a little satisfying when a couple of them got majorly chubby in high school from going on the pill)
Dr. Mathra's Totally Hot Toddy
1/2 cinnamon stick2 whole clovesJuice from 1/2 a lemon1 jigger (1 1/2 oz) bourbon (I'm not exactly sure why we get Wild Turkey bourbon, but it's always been Mathra's preference. Feel free to make your own choice.)Boiling water1 tablespoon honey, preferably local
The Shake:Crush the cinnamon stick and cloves slightly. A mortar and pestle works well for this, as does the bottom of a heavy pan. Put the spices in a heatproof glass or mug and squeeze in the lemon juice. Add the bourbon and pour in the boiling water to fill the glass. Stir in the honey and serve very hot.
So many reasons I will never have a dog. And now I have a new reason.
Lovely for me.
Hope you feel better anyway.
"In a little while from now..."
Be well, Ms. Finslippy.
Hope you are able to smell the good things again soon!
I hope you feel better.
Glad to know that puppy paws are better!