I Pulled Your Finger, So What?

Ever since Mali was born, my sense of smell has been on the fritz. I can be hanging out with Leelo and a full diaper obliviously, whereas when Seymour enters the same room his eyes will start watering and he will ask me how in the world I could tolerate the stench. My answer: I couldn't smell it. Not at all.

The sense is not totally gone, but the smells have to be strong and inches from my nose to register.

Googling the subject is not advised, as the first entry states that I'm on the road to severe psychosis. If it doesn't clear up in the next month or so I'll ask my doctor about it.

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