Just now, in the early morning, I asked Sue if she were cooking something, knowing that, of course, she were not. It was my way of telling her that I was experiencing an episode of phantosmia.
For those who don’t know: “Phantosmia is an olfactory hallucination—the perception of a smell that is not present, often described as foul, burned, or chemical. It is often temporary, lasting a few weeks or months…”
That’s what Google AI says, but I can report that I was hallucinating a pleasant odour in this case: like something pleasant cooking on the stove although I cannot say what. Sue asked if it were like bread baking, but it wasn’t quite that.
My first experience with phnatosmia that I can recall was of gasoline due to the medication that I was taking: medication that I stopped taking promptly, I hasten to add. But occasionally, I sometimes seem to smell other odours. They are not always necessarily pleasant, but it is nice when they are.
These episodes of phantosmia are not frequent, and I do not know what causes them. It’s odd that I would experience something in the early morning, which, of course, has dissipated in the time that is has taken me to type this silly report of something that occurs in my silly little life.
So glad that silly you has such an interesting phenomenon happening! And since you happen to be you, there are those of us who read about such events, ponder how they are unusual, not really silly, but definitely of interest...and wonder why we don't have any such silly things occurring in our lives. So be it.
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