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Smell: most worthless of the senses

As I finished eating my garlicky pasta while gulping down coffee, I realized something. I'm screwed for the wards next year.

You see, I don't have a sense of smell. Or at least, not one that is particularly well-developed. This means that I've gone through life without smelling other people's farts, or their stinky feet, or their bad breath. Of course, the reverse is also true- I don't smell my own. It's a blessing and a curse.

Anyhow, I've managed to make it so far without too much close talking. Next year, that's ALL I'll be doing. And unless people are really honest about whether or not my breath smells, I'm not going to have any idea. Maybe I need to take up gum-chewing.

Now, I do have impeccable dental hygiene, which should help. I brush twice a day (though I rarely floss... sorry Dr. Robb! I know, I know, I'll do better). But for those occasional days when the lunch lady puts too much garlic in the cafeteria food... god help us all.

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  1. um, consider yourself lucky….i just spent 7 hours in the emergency department….lets just say there were a few fumes i wish i did not inhale……..

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