Mr. Coffee called and they want their filter back!
Could have used Nurse Latte-Head this week.
Breakfast in bed, a pretty new bed jacket.
(Remember “bed jackets”? Do they still make those?)
The good news is that I can now breath without Herculean effort.
The bad news?
I can’t smell anything and I can’t taste a thing. My taste buds are gone, kaput, buh-bye.
Makes it very easy to diet.
Actually, we utilized my lack of taste-sensory organs to conduct a scientific experiment at work.
I am well known for my inability to tolerate spicy food. Makes me nauseated and diaphoretic. My esteemed colleague, Stand-Up Comedy Dude, wondered how a lack of taste would affect one’s ability to eat hot, or spicy, food.
Never one to turn down an opportunity to utilize myself as a guinea pig, I promptly threw down a packet of Crushed Red Pepper Flakes on a saltine.
My mouth got warm and my sinuses cleared slightly.
Rather anti-climactic, actually.
On the one hand I could handle any combination of body fluids for the rest of the shift with no olfactory assault, but on the other hand I couldn’t lean over a patient too closely or I’d be guilty of causing an olfactory assault (and singe their eyebrows in the process!).
Now that school is out (insert it’s-my-blog-bragging-rights-here: 4.0 for the semester, whoo hooo!) and I’m at a loss for what to do with all this…how do you call it…free time, I intend to plop my rear-end at a Starbucks at every opportunity and indulge my blog addiction with a newly rediscovered fervor.
Don’t forget to send your submissions to the next Change of Shift to Barbara over at Florence dot com (email: blynnolson at gmail dot com)!