Yeah I’m not 100% and it was unsettling how down I was getting about it. My boss still can’t taste red meat 2 years later…I need to taste tomatoes again, they are my favorite. I hope your smell continues to return and you are fully recovered!
After my ability to smell and taste were completely gone for 2 months I got bummed out enough to try smell training. I didn’t buy the expensive kits, but did find strongly scented aromatherapy wax sticks that I sniff every day. If nothing else, going from “these all smell like nothing” to “oh that IS lemongrass or ginger” definitely brightened my mood. It’s been 6 months now and I still can’t taste tomato or smell lavender, but can now easily detect things like nail polish remover and eucalyptus oil. It’s weird to take a strong whiff of rubbing alcohol and not notice a single thing. Good luck!
Thank you, I feel very good about my chances this go around. I’m sober because I’m a better person when I don’t drink. Up until now, I also very purposefully surrounded myself with high risk drinkers, so I knew I would not have any friends going on this journey with me.
Drinking, finally for good I hope! I’m 3.8 years in. I first blacked out at 12 and was drinking liquor regularly by 14 so booze was my way of life. I can’t socialize very well as I am naturally super awkward then never honed my “don’t be super weird” skills, but I’m finally free to live my life how I want!
Unfortunately work me will say whatever my coworker needs to hear to get quick, accurate replies, save anything prejudice or cruel. Did my agnostic ass happily discuss dyeing Easter eggs with an old white dude who Teamsed me “happy Easter if that’s even acceptable anymore”? Praise your white American Jesus you know I did.
Any individual possessing more than a lifetime’s worth of money. Like after you have $30 million the rest goes into a bucket for everyone else to use. You can re-up from the bucket once you drop below mmmm a 5 year amount of money say $2 million. You can still amass bazillions of dollars, just not kajillions.
Geometric frames of the same size and thickness to make a 3 tiered windchime from upcycled glass!
It feels very good, like physically itches the inside back of my throat (amazing if you’re having an allergic response to something), while being deeply psychologically satisfying to yell from your abdomen. I try to only do it at home, but there’s a reason some people scream-sneeze.
As someone who still confuses these “turn it around that way” - jiggles hand in vague motion- “oops no the other way” usually works just fine.
Same! My longest endeavor at the moment is getting my orchid to bloom prolifically (3 years), drying the blooms so they maintain their color (2 years) dipping them in epoxy so I 3D eternal blossoms and now I have 12 beautiful hardened orchid flowers I am figuring out what to do with. My husband has the same interest but uses more tech. We figured out how to print and assemble an impossible table to hold my miniature cactus. We both love tinkering for the joy of creatively problem solving.
I only have anecdotes, but as an American, it’s #1. It was my initial off the cuff thought. Buttholes are verboten here. Full stop.
I hope we can all agree that media, like drugs, exists on a spectrum of less harmful (books / weed) to very harmful (torture porn / bath salts). As time passes and more things are added to our lists we should no longer generalize and say everything in our once very small category is all good or all bad.
Fair point. I was thinking about an in home aid, which my partner did for 7+ years with developmentally impaired adults. It was rarely dangerous and the employees were prepared for each unique client, which they could spend years with if they chose to stay. The lack of professional training is not ideal nor fair to either party, but neither this is world we live in and those folks need aids who care. If you want to mostly hang out with folks and make a meaningful impact this would be a way to do that.
Everything except world-seer can be done as an at home aid for the elderly or folks with developmental differences. Pay is shit and you may have to do personal care things, but you also mostly hang out with generally nice or at least docile folks. But then there also can be random anger and poop. Scarily enough you usually need little to no qualifications for this work.
Funnily enough I was concerned about only my smells, I still have my wonderful husband sniff me if I’m unsure whether I warrant a shower. I’m more concerned about eating spoiled food, so he’ll smell that for me as well. I guess I was also unconsciously banking on him being our gas / fire detector. And now I sound like a racoon, never showering, eating garbage, living in squalor.