I can't taste anything . . .

We're sick at my house. Dean has pneumonia and I have something nasty. I was fighting through it until my fever soared and my cough was so bad it was giving me stomach cramps. So, I had to stay home from my second day at Holland and Hart and try to do some work.

And an interesting thing happened.

I couldn't taste anything.

Nothing.

Nada.

I can feel texture, I can tell is something is bitter or sweet or salty.

But I can't taste.

Eating has been very unenjoyable today. I had an orange at breakfast--it was totally gross. Really. I could barely stomach it.

Everyone else raved about how sweet and delicious they were.

I ate a piece of fudge Hollis made.

It felt rich and creamy.

It was so sweet it practically burned my sweet receptors on my tongue.

But I could not taste anything. Nothing.

Tonight I made sweet and sour sauce for some pork my mom had cooked. I couldn't smell while I was cooking, but the vinegar still made my eyes water. That was a challenge--I didn't realized how much I rely on my sniffer to cook.

Then I couldn't taste a thing. All that effort for yummy sweet and sour and I couldn't enjoy it.

So, I've been hungry today, but I almost don't want to eat because it is practically a chore. I need food to live, but, golly, it was no fun.

I realized while I was shivering in my bed, waiting for meds to lower my fever, and trying to go to sleep that Dean and the girls are the flavor in my life. They make the things I need to do something I actually enjoy doing.