I have an uncanny sense of smell. Seriously, I’ve broken up with people over it. Not because they liked the smell of lavender while I insist on freesia and lilac, but because they didn’t smell right. If this writing things doesn’t work out, I might become a pheromone detective.
My nose is my directional. And this week, it stopped working. It’s a little bit completely amusing because I wrote a post about voluntarily shutting your nose on the 15th. I can only guess this is the Universe telling me, Not so fast, sweetheart, we still hold the ultimate control card in these parts.
Anyway, it stopped working because I have a cold. For me this is a once a year occurrence, the last time was late last February when I had a full-blown flu. This time, just a wicked head cold.
They say that when one sense stops working, the others kick into overdrive. But, I can’t smell, taste or hear from the cold and I haven’t been able to see since 1983. (I’m practically blind and my vision can’t be corrected to 20/20 even with my glasses or contacts.) So that leaves me with the 5th sense: feel. Except that the cold has usurped that as well. Because all I’ve felt like is crap.
First let me say that there’s something refreshing about not having any of the senses work. While I can’t taste my food, I also can’t smell anything bad. When I was running yesterday (yes, I still ran even though I was sick – I think sweating helps), I couldn’t smell any exhaust. There I was moving up the last hill on State Road thinking, Wow! These cars are all running so clean! It usually stinks out here! And then I remembered. And I can’t taste that nasty cold/sick taste you usually have in your mouth when you’re sick. And I can’t hear annoying people. All in all, not so bad.
But the best news is that I think I’ve developed my own sickth sense: the Sense of Write. My writing has been lip-smacking good. Everything else is hibernating, but my writing brain and my writing fingers are looking for the party. Which is great because I have a lot of work to do. And because it’s one of my favorite things to do. And because my boss refuses to give me any sick time. (So I’m leaving used Kleenex all over her desk.)
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Absolutely true, Julie. You have been on a major roll lately. Maybe being sick is good for you. :-)
Loved this article, it was interesting and fact full; the type of stuff that my clients are always asking me about. Should keep them happy for a while keep up the good work.
I know exactly what you mean. And it is true! You have been writing up a storm!
Ha! Thanks, Andi – I actually was referencing client work (which I don’t think you’ve seen?) But, I ‘spose I’ve been writing like made here as well! xox
Omg don’t you just love the smell of that person that smells “right”??? I would literally pay thousands for that smell ….
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You’ll have to fight me for pheromone smelling queen or whatever you called it–I think I was a fox or something in another life because smells drive me nuts. I smell things other people insist don’t exist ;-)
Sorry you’re not feeling better but glad the writing is going well!
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