Hey, me too! I forgot about that!
Several years ago, I caught a strawberry hull on the back side of my tongue. I had to have a doctor remove it. (that was embarrassing)
Anyway, while he was trying to see the hull, without making me throw up on him, he commented that whoever had taken my tonsils out wasn’t very neat. He said they looked like they had been ripped out with pliers. :eek: I’d remember that, I think.
I think I have vision extending into the infrared.
I can tell when a surface is “hot” by just looking at it…
visually, it looks a little “rough” ( an otherwise smooth pot handle will look like its coated in velvet… hard to explain… hot things take on texture/get "blurry’ when I look at them.
I also have extremely fine colour vision… worked for yrs as a dye chemist at a paint factory… I was more accurate than their best computer colour matching system…
I was near 25 when I realised that most people couldn’t “see” fine definitions of light and shadow like I do…
My right eye has slightly more definition of blue yellow differentation than my left does… (I can see blue yellow in a sunrise (right eye) , but my left eye sees it as “shades of green”…My optometrist tested this on me, and claimed "Its not possible… tested me again using a different test, and actuially said “You are a mutant!”
fml
My mutations - my foot sweat doesn’t smell (at all, ever - my old runners that I’ve sweated buckets in smell like - shoes), and I think I’m a super-smeller (it appears that I can smell things normal people can’t detect).
Jim’s mutations - he has had no cavities yet at age 38, drugs have virtually no effect on him (if he ever has a condition that requires painkillers, this is going to be a problem - how is he going to convince a doctor that normal painkillers will act like water on him?), and his neck vertebrae grew straight instead of the normal slight curve. We discovered this recently when the bone spurs that grew on his neck due to the lack of curve got the nerves inflamed.
No superpowers here, but observations on inheritance:
Both of my parents (who are not related other than by marriage) have slightly inwardly-curving 5th finger (US: “pinkie”, UK: “little finger”) joints - whatever the last joint is called. I inherited that in spades, to the extent that it hampers my piano-playing abilities - reduced span - and occasionally I end up with cuts on my fourth finger from my fifth fingernail. Really, it’s no biggie at all, unless I want to span a major 10th in Db. I have big hands, and the angle is about 30 degrees.
Both my children have similar deformities, although perhaps not as marked.
Their mother (my ex) is double-jointed at the elbow. If she stands in front of a table and places her palms on the table-top and leans forward, she can easily rotate her elbow joints 180 degrees so that her elbows are facing forwards - so easily, in fact, that she does it unconsciously at times. Apparently, it’s more comfortable that way, even if it does freak out the kids at the school where she teaches.
Both our kids have inherited this trait, too. Goodness knows what our grandkids will be like.
There’s absolutely nothing symmetrical in my entire body. Face, hands, feet, everything is different than its counterpart. Even my navel is off-center. And my penis doesn’t shoot straight, but about 30 degrees to the left.
I have a ptosis of my left eyelid. The lid moves up and down when I chew, unless I consciously control it.
I was born with one long pubic hair, which seemed to come in faster, every time it was pulled out.
I think what you’re seeing is not infrared photons, but finer detail of air temperature gradients than normal. Hot air refracts light differently than cold air, which is what creates things like mirages and heat shimmers on hot pavement. If you have more receptors in your eye, that would account for your ability to perceive finer details and more colors. I have that to a lesser extent I think. I can read signs at a greater distance and make out indistinct letters more easily than most people I know. On the other hand I’m very nearsighted, so without glasses I can’t see much of anything without them.
I’m also moderately resistant to drugs. Claritin, for instance, does absolutely nothing for my allergies. Benadryl works ok, but takes a long time to kick in and doesn’t completely stop me from sneezing on a bad day. Likewise, ibuprofen lessens but doesn’t totally end headaches or muscle pain.
Is this how you chose your username?
I have no mutations to report.
Non-stinky feet. That’s awesome! My son had smelly feet as an infant. Go figure.
I didn’t have a cavity til I turned 50. And they were internal cavities. I’m not even sure they actually existed, but I went under the drill just in case.
It is awesome. Unfortunately, that coupled with my excellent sense of smell and my husband’s smelly feet has made it…difficult for me to adapt to the smell of his feet. I honestly didn’t know that feet smelled bad. Come to think of it, my whole family must be like this, because I hadn’t been exposed to really smelly feet before.
Bladder exstrophy. My bladder, what little there was, was on the outside and inside out. And I have no belly button.
I was born with twelve toes. Little vestigial things that were swiftly removed, by all accounts.
Eta, err, the extra two obviously.
Mine aren’t too stinky unless they’ve been cooped up in pantyhose for 12 hours on a 90 degree day. Now THAT’S lethal!
How is this possible 
The belly button is a scar from your umbilical cord. Without an umbilical cord you would have no way of getting nutrients while in the womb. You would not have survived.
I’m guessing instead of a belly button, there’s a scar where the bladder was stuffed back in.
I have ridiculously long arms. I’m 6’-1", but my arm span (fingertip to fingertip) is just under 7 feet.
My younger brother is about 3" taller than I am, and his shoulders are a couple of inches higher than mine. If we stand back to back and reach straight up, I can reach a higher than he can.
I had this done when I was about 20 (okay, not the removing the flesh part, jsut the rest). This was mostly because I was involved with an arthritis research study, being as I had juvie-onset arthritis, a fully-known medical history, a well-documented allergy to anti-inflammatory meds, and was related to the lead researcher :P)
The whole thing took essentially a whole day of various tests. There were BMI, bone density and a host more tests that I don’t recall very well because I spent most of the day flirting with the really cute research assistant who was squiring me around for all my exciting tests (although I do recall they needed very precise height and weight measurements - the research assistant was not allowed to be present for those because I had to be naked and he was a little cranky about being cut out of part of the research - or so he said).
FTR, my skeleton weighed in at 43.7 pounds, which was declared after much debate to be interesting and statistically anomolous, but not clinically relevant to the study.
I don’t have exciting Acid Sweat like the OP, but I do possess the rogue ability to kill any electrical device by placing it in contact with my skin for any longer than 12 continuous hours. This is why I gave up wearing watches. I’d buy a watch, wear it for a few hours and discover it dead - shorted out. Replacement batteries would work to repair it about three in five times. Nobody’s yet come up with a convincing explanation for it, but there you go. I’ve killed dozens of watches - some of them quite nice. My personal theory involves a higher-than-average electrical field surrounding my body, as evidenced by my continual shocking the shit out of myself every time I touch something even marginally metallic if the air is dry.
The act of gathering clinical data is hardly “research”, the research is what you do with it once you’ve collected it. I can’t believe a researcher was “cranky” about that, and I especially can’t believe he mentioned it to you. Very unprofessional.
Why? Surely, if they’re going to the trouble to determine the weight of you skeleton then an anomolous result would be relevant? It might even result in your exclusion.
I was born with an esophagus that was too short. It was short enough that it pulled my stomach up into my chest cavity. From years and years of the heart beating against it (the stomach), it formed what can be likened to a callous and attached itself to the heart. Laying down caused me to choke on my own vomit. Vomiting made me almost pass out from the stress on the heart.
Several operations have mostly fixed me.
I was also born with club feet. The operations done on me had only been invented 6 months prior, and I would be in a wheelchair now if I had been born before that.
I had surgery on both feet when I was a baby, another operation on my right foot when I was in 2nd grade, and recently had two more operations on my right foot to immobilize the ankle joint. I have 14 incision scars on my right foot.
It hurts all the time. I guess it’s kind of like walking around on a foot you sprained last week. Even when you’re not on it there’s still some pain. OTC painkillers do nothing, it takes Darvicet to even touch it. Of course, after the last surgery I now have severe nerve damage in all the major nerves in my leg. It’s quite odd to brush your finger lightly over your foot and have it hurt.
I feel naked without a watch - I wear one every day of the week.
I also go through watches and watch batteries incredibly quickly. My current watch is a 1977 Rolex Perpetual Datejust. It is a self-winder, and it has been adjusted, cleaned, readjusted, recleaned, serviced, and pampered by Rolex and it runs perfectly until I put it on. Then it gains time like nobody’s business. My other watches rely on watch batteries, which I go through in a flash. My father is the same way. He doesn’t even wear a watch anymore.
So, my super-power is that I’m always late or early to any place I’m supposed to be.