I’ve been kind of sick now for about two weeks straight. With everyone else in the family being under the weather too, as the mommy I just sort of ended up trying to suck it up. I think it’s probably just a sinus infection. Part of my reluctance to go to the doctor is simply trying to find time to do it when I don’t have a child in tow. The other major issue right now is simply that we’ve been hemorrhaging money on co-pays and antibiotics between the kids and Will.
Logistics aside, for nearly 2 weeks I have been unable to smell anything or taste food. I suppose I can’t really complain about the food thing; goodness knows I could stand to skip a few meals. And by the way: Am I the only one that considers signing up for Naked and Afraid for the amazing weight-loss potential?
But it’s the smelling that’s bothering me the most. While there are certainly smells that I don’t miss, it’s necessary that I smell these things. If one of the Three Stupid Cats pees on something, right now I can’t detect it. That’s not good. I thought I heard one of them scratching in the vomitorium the other morning, and I had to basically crawl around like a catfish noodler hoping my hand would not detect a warm puddle of urine. And while I certainly don’t miss the aroma of pooey diapers, I need to be able to smell that. Otherwise Felix may marinate in them for quite a while, doing nothing for the skin of his poor little butt.
I just never noticed how much I use my nose.
So I think that today will be D-Day, D being doctor. I need my not so secret weapon -my nose -back!