My Nose is Stuffed up...

So my thoughts are limited--really limited.

I really hope I don't have swine flu. It's frustrating really. I disinfect my desks every night. I have been washing my hands nonstop. I even tried to get the swine flu vaccination at the grocery store last week being as I instruct students who all but blow snot directly into my face.

And here I sit. I can't hear, taste, or smell. Noses are such silly things. And, oh, do we take them for granted. I know I have. To remedy my lack of appreciation I have written the following poem.

An Ode to My Nose

Dear Nose,
What blows? I cannot hear, taste, or smell.
Delicious food could only but I taste!
I imagine this tasteless purgatory must be hell.

Dear Nose,
What blows? We were so good together.
You, me, and a scented candle makes three.
Your memory I will always treasure.

Dear Nose,
What blows? Do you remember all the good times we shared?
Turkey on Thanksgiving... The smell of the classroom in the morning.
Cool damp mornings, the smell of my mother's perfume. Christmas and Easter ham (I hate ham--but it smells nice). Cinnamon, hot chocolate, egg nog lattes, and chocolate cake. Dark chocolate on cold sunday nights (and warm Sunday nights...and all nights, in fact). The smell of Rufus's breathe before she entered dogdom and started eating her own poo... Those were the days.