Missing

My taste buds are missing.  They've either gone on hiatus, or they've met up with other people's taste buds and have been swayed by peer pressure.

(I've give you a moment to let that disturbing mental picture clear your mind.)

I have always, always hated cold things, especially desserts.  As I've always thought desserts to be a waste of time, combining my dislike of "cold" with my aversion to "dessert" was complete anathema.

- And then I got hit with a case of Strep Throat so bad I landed in the Emergency Room.  When nurses cluck their tongues and other nurses come in "just to see", that might be an indication that things are slightly wrong.

Despite a 10 day round of antibiotics, I still didn't feel much better although my fever was gone (it had been 104).  For an entire month I suffered from a sore throat, thinking that "I couldn't possibly still have strep and no doubt I have an allergy problem or a nasty cold".  The only thing that gave me some relief was -

- you guessed it -

Cool desserts.  Specifically, a Mocha Frappuccino.  I think I had one every. single. day.

When I couldn't stand the pain any longer I made another trip to the doctor and found out that, yes, I still had Strep and needed another round of antibiotics.

Thankfully I seem to be much better now, although I'm still waiting for my carb-loving-sweets-avoiding tastebuds of 30+ years to come back.  Things have regressed to the point that this last week I bought a pint of Haagen Daz icecream just for me.  I have never gotten ice cream for me.  Ever.

 
Like, EVER ever.

Help.