So, here’s something in the realm of “I never thought this would happen to me.”
I have completely lost my sense of smell, and therefore also, taste.
It’s so unreal that it seems freakish. I keep tasting and smelling things, thinking that surely I’ll find something that I can taste, but no.
Can I tell you how unbelievably frustrating it is that I gave in to a potato chip craving yesterday, and found I was unable to satisfy that craving? I could not taste one damn chip.
After doing a bit of investigating online, I think I can trace this horrible side effect to what I was hoping would be a miracle drug: Levaquin. You know, after years and years in the pharmaceutical business, I am well aware that drugs have their side effects and such. but this one has gotten me two doosies: This loss of taste, and depression. And I thought I was just bummed about not being able to get rid of this cough. Ah well. No more Levaquin for me.
Seriously, I hope this loss of taste thing isn’t permanent. As I write this, I am sipping a nice strong cup of coffee that tastes like hot water. I made the most scrumptious blueberry pound cake last night which I couldn’t smell at all. Even a kalamata olive had no flavor.
Oh woe is me. Seriously. I have always appreciated my sense of smell. It helped me figure out how to duplicate things from restaurants that we loved. I adore the scent of the Bug’s curls, of fresh skeins of wool, the smell of chlorine on a bathing suit, my English roses. I pray this is temporary, but what if it isn’t?
And after all of this, I still have this insane cough, although at least it’s not whooping cough (yes, we all thought it was that for a while–the culture was normal) or pneumonia. But these coughing fits turn you inside out. Literally.
I mean, I wanted to lose weight, but this is ridiculous.
Well, if you can’t taste the food, why bother eating, right?
Sorry for the rant. I just feel so helpless that I don’t know what to do any more.