Sunday, January 17, 2010

Superwoman

We've decided that I just might be a superhero. With useless powers. But a superhero nonetheless.

There are two reasons for this:

1. I heal frighteningly fast. In fact, I've had doctors just go on and on about how quickly I heal and they've never seen anything like it.

2. I have a frighteningly and annoyingly strong sense of smell. I'm the human version of a bloodhound.

While #2 sounds like very exciting and useful superpower (I could probably detect cheating husbands from the smell of perfume on them and know if there is a fire four floors up in someone's kitchen), it is actually a pain in the ass.

I can smell a smoker (without him actually smoking) from 10 feet away. And the smell of stale cigarette smoke gives me migraines. My car is currently STILL driving me crazy because last weekend Hubby brought pizza to his parents house. The pizza was in the car for 10 minutes. It did not get anywhere. I can still smell it. I may have to put a moratorium on food in the car.

The superpower also has the scary possibility of ruining my very happy marriage. As it seems to grow stronger, I have trouble eating next to my husband because the smell of the Tabasco he puts on EVERYTHING makes me nauseated. I have to leave the room if he eats any kind of fish - and, of course, he's one of the 4 humans in the world who LOVES canned herring.

So all of this leads me to wondering, what will happen when/if I am ever pregnant. Will I be able to leave the house? Or will I be forced to stay enclosed so that my superpower doesn't eat away at me and cause the insanity only known by superheros who have learned/heard/or, in my case, SMELLED too much?

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