Anosmia: (n) the loss of the sense of smell, caused by injury, infection or the blockage of the nose.
There’s a name for it!
One of my greatest joys in doing this daily essay is discovering that there are words that have been set aside to describe much of the weirdness that I’ve experienced in my life.
I probably won’t remember the word in the moment that I need it, but it’s still nice to know that my predicament is common enough that somebody “worded” it.
Several years ago I had a sinus infection. I didn’t know it was a sinus infection, but all of the amateur doctors I’m acquainted with (who also double as friends and family) let me know that I did not have a common cold, but rather, common sinusitis.
I convinced myself that I got the condition from sleeping in a house where construction was going on and that sawdust had stuffed up my beezer. Of course, this is highly unlikely, but it sounded cool when relating my malady to others.
But one of the things I remember about the experience was that I stopped being able to smell anything. Food, bathroom aromas and even my own particular scent evaded my scrutiny.
At first I wasn’t bothered by this side effect, but then I began to wonder if I was stinking to other folks, and was unaware of it.
I did what every human being would do. I overcompensated:
- Instead of splashing myself with cologne once, I did it three times.
- A double application of deodorant.
- And an extra minute or two in the shower, scrub-a-dub-dub.
It was at this point that I noticed that people were wincing as I walked by, so I decided I must be stinking horribly, so I doused myself even further.
Honestly, I’ve never had all my friends so glad to see me get over an ailment.
So I guess the moral of the story is: when you can’t smell yourself, it’s better to assume you’re okay.
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