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AMEN!
I think I may be getting a cold. I will be grabbing some orange juice and Kleenex on the way home from work. The way I know is that I’m smelling a certain smell that I only smell if I’m getting a cold. I’m not even certain it’s a real smell or just some signal I get from the universe that it’s coming and that I need to do something about it.
When I ask other people, they don’t smell it and when I describe it they look at me like I’m nuts. All I know is that if I smell it , I’m getting sick. It’s a hard to describe smell. It’s smells slightly musty and like a long closed up room with no fresh air. Or a trunk full of old clothes. If that makes any sense at all since it seems to be a phantom to everyone else. It drives me a little nuts since I can’t get away from it. And there is the fear that that is how I’m smelling to other people. It isn’t like bad BO or something like that, it doesn’t stink, but like antique linens that were shut some place with no air.
Quite frankly, it’s a little creepy to smell something no one else admits to smelling and it’s annoying, anyway, I’m taking an Ibuprofen and looking for Vitamin C. Who ever heard of psychic cold detection?
And I can smell when other people are getting a cold because they smell that way to me too. And to top it off, I don’t have much of a sense of smell to begin with.
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