The cold has gone, but the congestion remains.
I hate that I get really noisy, really messy colds.
What I hate even more is the loss of the senses of taste and smell.
It's been a week now. A week where everything tastes like cardboard and snot. A week where no matter what you're eating, the only joy you get is from the texture of the food, not the aromas. Any joy from eating comes from staving off the hunger - not from the joy of eating. You stop to smell a rose in the street. Nothing. I ordered a bottle of my favourite body wash - Aveda's Shampure. I love its scent. I can't smell anything. All my favourite scents. The cat’s paws. Scented candles. Roses on the fence down the road. My morning coffee.
Nothing. Zip. Nada.
I think I’m coming good. Took its bloody time.
It might take a few more days to come back to completely normal, but finally. I’m going to feel hole again.
You don’t know how much you miss your sense of taste and smell until it goes away completely.
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