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)
Snort! Spackle! Alice is so funny! Hahahahahaha! I wonder what Eddy's feet smell like.
If my cat scratches me to death tonight, I'm totally blaming you.
I have two friends who lost their sense of smell in car accidents (head injury). For some reason (maybe I'm obsessed with smelling things) I kept accidentally asking them to smell this or that. Yes, whenever I was in their presence I'd be like 'does this perfume smell good?' 'Don't you like the smell of gingerbread?' 'Oooh, let's go into that candle store and smell the candles.'
It was non-stop and horrible. I always felt bad doing it to my English friend Julia in particular because my friend from Texas would just hit me but Julia would be polite (and yet I knew she was savage when those she was polite to weren't around).
When I read Wislawa Szymborska's poem "The Kindness of the Blind" I felt a little better but only a little as my reference to scent is not Nobel-prize worthy.
Also, regarding the spackle situation: avoid guacamole at all costs-eeeww.
Hope you feel better soon. I know whenever I lose my sense of smell/taste I always think I'll lose weight. Nah, not so much.