I think I can smell everything

Even the stuff I DON'T WANT TO SMELL.

For instance, I knew I didn't like the taste of our tap water, but for the past couple of days I can SMELL the chlorine. It's like bleach it's so strong.

I live in a rural part of the country. I usually don't smell farms until I get right near the cows. Now when I go outside, it stinks. :-(

And Evan's breath. Lordamercy. LMAO. He needs some Breath Assure or something.

And I've been having odd dreams. Which isn't really unusual, but I've been having more than usual.

The other day I had a dream and Dr. Cameron (from House, MD) was in it and said "I've been medically edutized."

???

The dreams the kind where I wake up and have to ask Evan if something actually happened and suffer his "Are you insane?" look before he says "Nooooooooo" like I'm mentally challenged.

So besides the smelling.

Everything tastes wrong.

I'd gotten used to my dead taste buds. Now everything is just wrong. Like Reese's Fast Break bars taste salty. And some cheap cereal I got tastes burnt. The only thing that really tastes good is pretzels. But the upside to that is that I'm not stuffing myself because everything tastes wrong.

The watermelon gum I got tastes like shit. Half of the Dum Dum lollipops I got taste gross. :-(

I want my old dead tastebuds back.

Chantix is a miracle. Really. Right now I feel like I could stop taking it and not smoke again. Not feel the need to smoke, you know? And I'm not nearly as bitchy as I thought I'd be.

Evan must agree. He's been here since Sunday and hasn't asked to call his Nana to tell her I'm being mean once, LOL.

What else?

My back is killing me again. Right up my spine. From my hips to mid back. So I'm back on the damned heating pad.

Whatever.

I'm out.