Seven Days I Could Not Taste Anything

Last week…

It’s been seven days since I’ve tasted anything.

Yes. You read that right.

Poof. Gone. Nothing.

Last Thursday night was amazing. Tacos at Lupe Tortilla. That salsa…that salsa.

That is the last memory I have of tasting anything. Anything.

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Friday was pretty normal.

I was working at the office. I had coffee that morning. I don’t particularly remember it.

My wife had gone to lunch and returned with a pizza from Pieology.

I can remember her going over the ingredients:

  • Olive oils crust
  • Pesto marinara sauce
  • Mozzarella
  • Parmesan
  • Mushrooms
  • Onions
  • Tomatoes
  • Chicken
  • Sausage
  • Pepperoni
  • Banana peppers.

I should have been able to taste something. Come on, Bacon? What about the banana peppers!


I. tasted. nothing.

My first reaction was disappointment in the pizza. Even mad at the pizza for tasting so bland. Boring. Plain.

Nothing. It tastes like…nothing.

That night, we went to dinner at the new Mama Fu’s Asian House near my home.

I ordered the Mongolian Beef. Wouldn’t know it. It tasted just like the pizza I had for lunch. Both were flavorless.

This is, of course, no fault of Piology or Mama Fu’s (Although the service at Mama Fu’s that night didn’t help).

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Saturday we drove to Houston.

I had known for a full 24 hours that I was not able to taste anything. Sadly, we had arranged to dine with friends that evening. Friends who were smoking meats for a special dinner.

I ate that special, delicious dinner.

While everyone at the table was enjoying the fresh corn on the cob, baked beans (infused with bacon), seasoned roasted potatoes and two types of smoked ribs…I ate too, tasting none of it.


Think of your favorite meal.

Go on. Really dive in to that delicious memory.

What is it? What does it taste like? What’s the texture? How does it make you feel? How does it smell?

I used to worry about losing my sight or my hearing (Still do sometimes). I never knew that my taste buds could turn off completely. And it’s not just my ability to taste; my sense of smell has greatly diminished.

I think I can still smell things, but only things I know I am smelling, so I questions whether I really smell anything, or if it’s all in my head.

When I do smell something, it’s like I am sensing it over a great distance. It’s hard to explain.

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I cried at dinner last night.

We are in Galveston now.

A local suggested the Cajun Greek for dinner.

Anyone who knows me, knows I am not a fan of seafood. But my wife? She loves it.

Since I can’t taste or smell anything, we gave it a try.

My wife enjoyed it.

Our server, however, was very skilled at describing food. He’s really got a knack for it.

My wife asked him what he recommended and he didn’t hesitate to describe, in depth, various items on the menu…That was when I broke.

I held it in until he left the table. Not to be too over-dramatic, but I suddenly felt like I had discovered my best friend had just died.

I’d like to think my wife hadn’t noticed, but when I lowered my head and covered my eyes with my hands, I started to softly cry.

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I love food.

Love is a strong word. I don’t love food like I love my wife or my child. It’s different. Food and I have a very special relationship.

Some of my oldest, happiest memories are related to food. You can relate, can’t you?

I have an intimate, sensory-heavy relationship with food.

Coffee every morning.

Breakfast? I often refer to it as, “The three most important meals of the day.”

Lunch and Dinner are just as important…and let’s not forget dessert.

Fried Chicken. Bacon and Eggs. Steak. Ice Cream. Even the Denny’s commercial with the new, better-than-ever, buttermilk pancakes…Just thinking about it makes me so sad and angry.

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Will I ever taste again?

Tried to self diagnose over the internet (I know. I know.). I’ve seen every episode of House, I should have known better.

I called the Doctor today. I made an appointment to see an ENT next week.

It’ll be seven days before I’ll know anything.

Possibly, seven more days until I taste anything.

Seven more days of not knowing. Seven more days…

Seven more days of…tasting nothing.


It’s been a very hard week.

I pray you never have to know what this is like.

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