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Feb. 13th, 2009 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spatchYou know what's fun? Okay, other than that.
Or that.
Or that-- listen, I'll tell you what's fun. When your olfactory sense gets all messed up and you stop tasting certain kinds of flavor. But I ain't celebrating right now. See, when your sense of taste goes crazy thanks to the miracle magical flavor tripping supertaster fruit stuff, at least you have fun with it. When it happens due to illness, the illness tends to carry the crankiness over to the taste buds.
For instance, during last night's dinner I was chagrined to discover that the salty and savory portions of my tastebuds had gone on strike, while the bitter tasters happily continued tasting all the bitter stuff. Mmm, mmm. The sweet and sour tasters didn't have much to do either. It seemed like it was totally the bitters' night.
And this morning, my sense of smell is doing roughly the same thing, though I can't exactly group it in the same easy five categories. I was unable to smell my freshly-watered oatmeal-in-a-cup this morning, but when I walked into the office bathroom, I could instantly tell someone had gone and dropped a bomb.
I feel like this is the ironic ending of a Twilight Zone episode. OH GAWD I BROKE MY READING GLASSES
Or that.
Or that-- listen, I'll tell you what's fun. When your olfactory sense gets all messed up and you stop tasting certain kinds of flavor. But I ain't celebrating right now. See, when your sense of taste goes crazy thanks to the miracle magical flavor tripping supertaster fruit stuff, at least you have fun with it. When it happens due to illness, the illness tends to carry the crankiness over to the taste buds.
For instance, during last night's dinner I was chagrined to discover that the salty and savory portions of my tastebuds had gone on strike, while the bitter tasters happily continued tasting all the bitter stuff. Mmm, mmm. The sweet and sour tasters didn't have much to do either. It seemed like it was totally the bitters' night.
And this morning, my sense of smell is doing roughly the same thing, though I can't exactly group it in the same easy five categories. I was unable to smell my freshly-watered oatmeal-in-a-cup this morning, but when I walked into the office bathroom, I could instantly tell someone had gone and dropped a bomb.
I feel like this is the ironic ending of a Twilight Zone episode. OH GAWD I BROKE MY READING GLASSES
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Date: 2009-02-13 07:38 pm (UTC)I don't have much of a sense of smell normally - I can barely smell milk and when I can, it ALWAYS smells bad to me and I have to have the boyfriend reality-check it. This doesn't seem to affect my sense of taste at all, though. I can definitely TASTE when the milk is bad...