Or I did. It was the weirdest thing. I was sitting around today, sipping peppermint tea, snuffling, groaning, and playing a little America’s Army, when I got a sudden irresistible urge to puke.
I ran to the bathroom and heaved everything up at great length and with a certain amount of pain.
I staggered back into the study, picked up my tea, and noticed something strange…I could smell it! I haven’t been able smell anything I’ve cooked for the last week. We had a nice dinner party last weekend. Pork tenderloin with a raspberry and chili pepper glaze, creamy pumpkin soup, and carrot cake. Might as well have been cardboard for all I could tell. I made Calabrian mushroom soup this week. May as well have been ashes. Nothing. Nada. I could perceive sweet, salty, bitter, and sour, but nothing had flavor.
While it was a distinctly interesting experience to note the sense of taste divorced from the sense of smell, man I’m glad I can taste things again.
I wonder what happened, though. Why did puking extensively and suddenly (with no repeat bouts since) trigger my sense of smell? Weird.