mbalbritton
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- Joined
- Mar 22, 2005
- Location
- Lakeland, FL
R…U…N…D RUiNeD!!
So a year ago to date I officially had COVID. It sucked, I lived, it took a month to get over feeling horrible. Afterwards I noticed a lack of certain smells. A condition called Anosmia.
About a month ago I noticed that smells were changing. Things I used to not be able to smell, I could now smell, albeit different. Noticeably so was the smell of Onions, soaps, deodorants. They all have this sickeningly sweet rancid smell.
It’s worth noting that just before this change o did have a day where I felt like I had a hangover, but I hadn’t had a drop drink in a couple of days.
So, this past weekend. I take the wife to Savannah for her 40th birthday to make a long weekend of it. Come Sunday I feel like ass and not from drinking. I push on to make sure she has a great weekend. However I’m noticing that the bad tastes are getting worse. Making me nauseous. Specifically Onions, Garlic and certain meats.
I start doing some PHd level googling and reading. That’s when I learned the term Anosmia and Parosmia. It seems my Anosmia has changed to Parosmia. The difference being that smells change, and my symptoms are damn near text book. Apparently there’s no known cure. It’s potentially a life long endeavor.
So we get home after a 6hr drive, and stopping to swap ignition coil #3 on the Honda at Darien, Ga. Good thing, cause that last where Skippers Fish Camp is. If you don’t know that one, look it up!
Anywhoooo, get home and we go to make some tasty sounding chicken noodle soup for the sick baby in me. The wife Cracks open the chicken broth and frozen veggies and starts to tear apart the rotisserie chicken and I tell her to hold on. I grabbed the chicken broth box and stick it to my nose. I damn near puked in the pot!
But wait! That’s not all! I held out a short part of the story. What else could he be disgusted by? What could possibly send him over the edge into a black hole of depression?
At dinner Saturday night we’re wrapping this up and my throat feels a little scratchy, so I think, dang a single malt might do my throat some justice. So I ordered a Glenfiddich.
Kill me now.
So a year ago to date I officially had COVID. It sucked, I lived, it took a month to get over feeling horrible. Afterwards I noticed a lack of certain smells. A condition called Anosmia.
About a month ago I noticed that smells were changing. Things I used to not be able to smell, I could now smell, albeit different. Noticeably so was the smell of Onions, soaps, deodorants. They all have this sickeningly sweet rancid smell.
It’s worth noting that just before this change o did have a day where I felt like I had a hangover, but I hadn’t had a drop drink in a couple of days.
So, this past weekend. I take the wife to Savannah for her 40th birthday to make a long weekend of it. Come Sunday I feel like ass and not from drinking. I push on to make sure she has a great weekend. However I’m noticing that the bad tastes are getting worse. Making me nauseous. Specifically Onions, Garlic and certain meats.
I start doing some PHd level googling and reading. That’s when I learned the term Anosmia and Parosmia. It seems my Anosmia has changed to Parosmia. The difference being that smells change, and my symptoms are damn near text book. Apparently there’s no known cure. It’s potentially a life long endeavor.
So we get home after a 6hr drive, and stopping to swap ignition coil #3 on the Honda at Darien, Ga. Good thing, cause that last where Skippers Fish Camp is. If you don’t know that one, look it up!
Anywhoooo, get home and we go to make some tasty sounding chicken noodle soup for the sick baby in me. The wife Cracks open the chicken broth and frozen veggies and starts to tear apart the rotisserie chicken and I tell her to hold on. I grabbed the chicken broth box and stick it to my nose. I damn near puked in the pot!
But wait! That’s not all! I held out a short part of the story. What else could he be disgusted by? What could possibly send him over the edge into a black hole of depression?
At dinner Saturday night we’re wrapping this up and my throat feels a little scratchy, so I think, dang a single malt might do my throat some justice. So I ordered a Glenfiddich.
Kill me now.