Thursday I called Dr. T’s office (taste/smell specialist) and was able to get an appointment the next day–I took it. I needed to get this follow-up in because the window for nerve recovery is closing; after a year, the possibility of recovery or improvement diminishes exponentially.
He thought my essential oil smell therapy was genius and with my affinity towards differentiating and relishing in scents, I’d be the one to do it. He was also going to talk with his mentor to see if there was anything else to be tried. The harsh reality is that my sense of smell will never be totally restored.
In the last 11 days, I’ve had appointments with six doctors in just as many disciplines. It feels like the crazy days at Mayo while working full-time–admittedly there’s a therapeutic shopping bill.



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