I’m a bit cock-a-whoop at the moment, you’ll have to forgive me, but after 34 years (I kid you not) when I’ve not been able to smell anything, I’ve got my sense of smell back! I didn’t expect it at all and it’s quite extraordinary because it’s returned as a result of taking massive doses of steroids – and no, I’m not taking up shot-putting or kick-boxing, I’m just taking the tablets.
At the start of it, they knocked me out a bit and made me feel extremely sick, but my doctor said she could put paid to that and told me to come back to the surgery where she prescribed me something to take the sickness away. My lovely grand-daughter/amanuensis, drove me down the very next morning and as I got out of the car I realised that I could smell petrol. Not the most salubrious of smells to celebrate the return of the sense if smell but it felt miraculous. We walked in, past the old peoples’ home and I could smell stale fat. Wowee! By the time we got home clutching my packet of pills, I had become accustomed to the fact that I could smell all sorts of things and spent the rest of the day walking from one lovely smell to another! Talcum powder, perfume, clean washing, mince pies in the oven baking. It was blissful and still is. I wake up in the morning now sniffing the air, I can’t wait for Spring and the return of wallflowers, roses and lilac.
So any of you are in West Sussex and you see some crazy, old woman walking around sniffing things with an ecstatic expression on her face – it will be me!