Three and a half years after having wild-type Covid, I’ve mostly regained my sense of smell, but it’s not quite right. Day to day it can be different. One of the first things I usually smell in the morning is coffee, as I fire up the Nespresso. But some days I don’t smell it. And when I do, I rarely get the nuance of different coffees. (I’ve given up on my dreams of being a sommelier, of course.) I painted a room the other day and couldn’t smell the paint at all. So I just don’t trust my nose anymore. Of course, in the long list of chronic conditions that could plague me, this one is pretty mild. Just weird.
I’m also having phantom smells. My theory is that I had to use my imagination to recover my sense of smell, and so sometimes, I’ll have the tiniest thought of something, like the mercaptan smell of propane, and then I’ll smell it. Sometimes for hours afterward.
This is an interesting drug development. Stay tuned!