It's a dark day when you can't taste macaroni and cheese, nor bacon, nor doughnuts. I had to pull out the big guns today to test my taste buds. It appears we have a complete failure of the senses. I knew my smellavison was off because I cooked an entire pound of bacon today and couldn't detect that anything was cooking. Normally when I cook bacon the smell is so intense that I throw open the kitchen windows and run around the entire house closing doors and murmuring about how right the Europeans are to insist their kitchen has a door, instead of the American preference of an open-style kitchen. But today, nothing, nada. I wouldn't have been able to detect a skunk sizzling on a fire pit. Figuring if I couldn't smell it was likely I couldn't taste either, I tried a piece of the fried bacon. Nope, nothing. Then I tried a bite of a doughnut my husband had excitedly brought home from Dunkin' Doughnuts earlier this morning. Nothing again. My last resort, break out the "in case of emergency only" macaroni and cheese. It was like eating flavorless mush. Pffftt!!! Might as well go back to the alfalfa sprouts and bean curd because there is no sense in wasting a heavenly bowl of macaroni and cheese on someone who can't taste!
I barely have an appetite. It was almost 4:30 in the afternoon today before I realized I hadn't consumed anything other than my dose of Airborne and a mug of Glogg. My husband was pacing the kitchen like a wolverine looking for a meal so I made him a sandwich- fried egg, tomato, avocado, bacon and herbed cream cheese on wheat toast. He said it was DELICIOUS, but when I "tasted" it, and I use that word loosely, it was flavorless. So that's where it is folks. No smell, no taste, and no interest in food...??! Somebody call a doctor!! I am SICK!! Perhaps I have found the cure! Science has it all wrong. Maybe the Bariatric community needs to devise a surgery for removing the taste buds instead of part of the stomach.
I was frying bacon, not because I suddenly lost my mind and thought this was proper diet food, but because I was prepping some game-day food for tomorrow's Super Bowl. Nobody likes to chew on cabbage and broccoli during a game so I thought up a menu that was more befitting of the festivities, but I never made it beyond frying the bacon. I think I may have to face the facts, which is, that I am in no condition to have guests over and probably shouldn't be allowed within a touchdown (roughly one-hundred yards) of any food that would eventually go into someones mouth. It is looking like February is off to a rough start and some of the festivities I was looking forward to are now in jeopardy. I'm hoping I will be well enough to attend Tuesday's writing seminar. As of right now, in addition to no taste, no smell, and no appetite, I also have no voice! Guess I won't be asking any questions at this seminar..blhaha blah ha hahahah!
The good news is the husband seems to be making a proper recovery. This was evidenced by his spontaneously random trip to Dunkin' Doughnuts this morning. He is back to his usual behavior of playing video games all day (and you're the one having Carpal Tunnel surgery, Tera?) in lieu of doing any kind of real work. He still believes in milking it. No sense in rushing the recovery. LOL. But he has morphed from the horribly, annoying, whiny, dramatic, throat-clearing, sicky monster back into my cute and adorable husband which I am grateful for. I'm telling you, never have we come so close to a divorce. He becomes a completely different human being when he is sick. We really need to finish that guest room we've been working on or next time I may just have to move out! Me on the other hand- I'm pretty manageable. I'm like a sick animal in the wild concealing my illness from predators. Since I have no voice he can hardly complain about me being sick. You can barely even tell I'm here other than the sad little sound of me blowing my nose. This is the quietest I've ever been. I'm sure he's loving that! What's that honey...? You need what...? Sorry dear, I can't hear you...!
I have not weighed myself. I just can't deal with that frustration right now. Even though I have no appetite and have barely been eating, I haven't moved further than the distance between the bed upstairs and the sofa downstairs. I haven't exercised since Wednesday. I will just have to face my demons when this is over. For right now, I need to focus on getting better.
I barely have an appetite. It was almost 4:30 in the afternoon today before I realized I hadn't consumed anything other than my dose of Airborne and a mug of Glogg. My husband was pacing the kitchen like a wolverine looking for a meal so I made him a sandwich- fried egg, tomato, avocado, bacon and herbed cream cheese on wheat toast. He said it was DELICIOUS, but when I "tasted" it, and I use that word loosely, it was flavorless. So that's where it is folks. No smell, no taste, and no interest in food...??! Somebody call a doctor!! I am SICK!! Perhaps I have found the cure! Science has it all wrong. Maybe the Bariatric community needs to devise a surgery for removing the taste buds instead of part of the stomach.
I was frying bacon, not because I suddenly lost my mind and thought this was proper diet food, but because I was prepping some game-day food for tomorrow's Super Bowl. Nobody likes to chew on cabbage and broccoli during a game so I thought up a menu that was more befitting of the festivities, but I never made it beyond frying the bacon. I think I may have to face the facts, which is, that I am in no condition to have guests over and probably shouldn't be allowed within a touchdown (roughly one-hundred yards) of any food that would eventually go into someones mouth. It is looking like February is off to a rough start and some of the festivities I was looking forward to are now in jeopardy. I'm hoping I will be well enough to attend Tuesday's writing seminar. As of right now, in addition to no taste, no smell, and no appetite, I also have no voice! Guess I won't be asking any questions at this seminar..blhaha blah ha hahahah!
The good news is the husband seems to be making a proper recovery. This was evidenced by his spontaneously random trip to Dunkin' Doughnuts this morning. He is back to his usual behavior of playing video games all day (and you're the one having Carpal Tunnel surgery, Tera?) in lieu of doing any kind of real work. He still believes in milking it. No sense in rushing the recovery. LOL. But he has morphed from the horribly, annoying, whiny, dramatic, throat-clearing, sicky monster back into my cute and adorable husband which I am grateful for. I'm telling you, never have we come so close to a divorce. He becomes a completely different human being when he is sick. We really need to finish that guest room we've been working on or next time I may just have to move out! Me on the other hand- I'm pretty manageable. I'm like a sick animal in the wild concealing my illness from predators. Since I have no voice he can hardly complain about me being sick. You can barely even tell I'm here other than the sad little sound of me blowing my nose. This is the quietest I've ever been. I'm sure he's loving that! What's that honey...? You need what...? Sorry dear, I can't hear you...!
I have not weighed myself. I just can't deal with that frustration right now. Even though I have no appetite and have barely been eating, I haven't moved further than the distance between the bed upstairs and the sofa downstairs. I haven't exercised since Wednesday. I will just have to face my demons when this is over. For right now, I need to focus on getting better.
Drink tons of water and get that "bug" out of your system. Take the lack of appetite as a jump on your weight loss. It's a positive thing!
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