As a child I was sensitive to smells. I hated the smell of eggs cooking – I had to leave the room or I’d vomit. I was sensitive to the scents of people too. I don’t mean like they didn’t shower or had body odor, I mean THEIR scent. And I hated the way old people smelled. I hated retirement homes. And I remember not liking the way my sister smelled, or my dad. My mother and my brother smelled fine. I don’t know why.
And it had been years since I was that sensitive, but since the med reduction.
Sometimes I am again.
And I saw this doctor. And her assistant was kind, and she always smelled good to me.
The doctor smelled off.
I don’t know why, but she smelled off.
I don’t know what I picked up on.
But I stopped seeing that doctor.
Laughs and Lobotomies 