The Furious Spinner

I am breathing through my left nostril fairly regularly. It's amazing! It's been over a decade since I've breathed through my nose and since I have smelled anything. I still can't smell anything, but I am hoping my sense of smell will return. The doc isn't sure. So I'm going around the house finding the smelliest things I can and holding them up to my nose and breathing deeply. We're wondering what it is I will smell first. Most people think it will be something "bad." No smell is bad, in my mind, although my mind is changeable. I'm looking forward to all that is stinky!

I sniffed cayenne, chili powder, salsa, cinnamon, fresh rosemary. The great outdoors. I am most looking forward to the smell of fresh flowers, of course, and food. And sweat. Yes, sweat. I love the smell of a sweaty man. You know, before its gone rancid. That outdoors freshly minted sweat smell. Very sensual. I'm looking forward to smelling my husband. Smelling everyone. Myself. I hope I develop a nice rich musky scent. I want to smell that. I want to smell everything. That's the way it is. You take it all or you take none of it. Doesn't that seem to be the way it is with life? When I first lost my sense of smell, I didn't think much of it. So what? I was constantly smelling chemicals, and that stressed me out because I worried I was being harmed. But since then, I have missed my sense of smell very much. For one thing, I cannot tell you how many times I have nearly burned the house down because I left something on the stove and either forgot about it or fell to sleep, only to be slapped into wakefulness by the fire alarm.

So I'm dancing around the house in bliss.

Can you smell happiness?

May You Sniff in Blissful Beauty!

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