Proof that my taste buds/sense of smell are completely f’ed up. I walked out of the support group today and into the street smelling onion rings. I was momentarily excited until I realized it was car exhaust. Or was it? Because then it smelled like onion rings again. Then car exhaust. Could have been both but I saw no evidence of fast food anywhere. I’m going insane.
Later that night as I devoured the egg custard my parents made me, the bf loudly exclaimed that it smelled like rotten eggs. Say what??? I stuck my nose into the bowl and barely smelled a thing. And you know what? It tasted damm good. So I'm gonna chalk that one up to him being crazy and prejudiced against custard. (Too allay any fears, I called my parents to make sure it was still good and that they had some that day too.. Whew…)
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