My nose...

…works again.

At 3PM today I got a 6oz Southwestern salad from Specialty’s despite not feeling hungry at all. This ridiculous action stemmed from my (painful) discovery of the fact that an empty stomach will not always tell you that it’s empty. It merely acts out and creates war with the rest of your organs causing major heaving and/or intolerable cramps. So I brought the salad back to my kitchen at work, divided it into 3 portions, kept 2 portions in the fridge, and took a portion + the complimentary slice of foccacia with me to my desk. I promise you this gets interesting if you care for my wellbeing.

5 minutes into checking email, I looked down at the flimsy paper plate piled with hamster food and stale bread, thought “Oh what the heck I’ll start with the foccacia,” took a bite of the risen dough, sat back in astonishment and realized what just happened. I had successfully tasted stale bread! I can taste again! I took another bite to confirm, and it was true! If you’ve been reading my previous entries, you may have stumbled upon one mourning the loss of my dear sense of smell. As a result, I’ve been relying solely on my tongue to tell me if anything I put in my mouth was sweet, savory, sour or bitter. What my uncooperative nose failed to do was distinguish between chicken and duck. Yes. It was a sad 5 months. Occasionally I’d detect some form of smell, get excited and ultimately be disappointed again.

Now all thanks to the bitter ground Chinese meds, Mrs C the Chinese Dr responsible, my dear dear friend who introduced me to her and mommy dearest for forking out RM900 without blinking – my nose works again. I thank you all. It’s the happiest day of my life. And yes, I ate the whole thing crumbs and all.

Best way to celebrate? Root beer & Capital chicken wings!