I can't, I'm Allergic

So... spring time is wonderful and we all know that a Raechel living in the sunshine is a happy Raechel. However, with the beautiful blossoms and flowers and green and sunshine comes an excess of pollen and other allergens that can find their way into my blessed airflow, consequently causing my frail lungs to inflame, my sinuses to clog, and my eyes to water like crazy (but only in the mornings apparently). This "Reactive Airway Disease", which I believe is a cop-out for "we don't know what's wrong with you, but apparently your lungs react strangely to the air and if we generalize it, then we're not necessarily wrong about your diagnosis", leads to a lot of coughing and wheezing (welcome to the last year and a half of my life!) and I have to use my "emergency inhaler" four or five times a day. I don't think even the most asthmatic of people have to use their inhalers that often. I can seriously just be sitting on the couch watching TV, doing absolutely nothing to exert myself, and oh my gosh, "asthma" attack - since that's what we're all convinced I have, and by "we" I mean the cop-out docs. Anywho, my point is that it's just a cruel irony that I love the spring so much, but in turn, it makes me crazy because my body apparently can't handle it. The allergies have been so bad this season that I completely lost my sense of smell, even though I had constant airflow through the nasal passages. I'm serious. It's been a few months since I could smell anything and I have always had a very keen sense of smell... sometimes irritatingly so. And let me tell you, not having that sense makes you realize how much you take for granted the little things like the smell of blooms or freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, or really getting the full savor of the food that you're eating (memory can only help so much). The worst part about it is, that here I lost one of my senses for an extended period of time, and none of my other senses were heightened. Isn't that what's supposed to happen? You go blind, you start to hear like a friggin bat (sonar style) and your sense of touch can help you "see" things in your mind. You go deaf and you learn to see 100 miles ahead of you. You go smell-less (do they have a technical term for that?) and shouldn't you be able to at least taste like you've never tasted before? Like, those chocolate chip cookies I baked on Sunday evening that I couldn't smell should have tasted like the best friggin cookies I've ever had, right? I don't get it. (Although, they were QUITE good, regardless, if I do say so myself)


Luckily, the whole point of this post is to inform you all that today, my sense of smell returned to me. I could smell my soap in the shower and then I could smell my perfume. I'm elated. Hopefully it's back for good!

Oh and P.S. the "technical term" for loss of smell is Anosmia. I looked it up.