My brother Michael has been dominating this page lately, mostly because he's the only one doing the writing these days, and considering that he also works full time in his wood shop and drives all over the continental US selling drums and musical furniture, not to mention doing all the driving on the two-week crazy road-trips we take together, I can definitely understand why you would think he's Superman, made of steel, the Energizer Bunny, unstoppable.
Turns out he's not so unstoppable. He had a full work-up from a doctor, and it turns out he needed open-heart surgery. The surgery went well, and being Michael, he is recovering in his own (kind of peculiar) way. This is what he's got to say about it.
Recovery Part 2
Nothing tastes right. I like peaches. I don’t like asparagus. Got it? So why should my peaches taste like asparagus? They shouldn’t, right? But, since The Surgery, I assure you they do. And there are innumerable other examples. I thought to myself, “Gee, I’m just going to look this up,” and I did. I, as they say, Googled it.
Turns out this side effect is common. Real common. No one claims to know if the queering of taste is a by-product of the open heart surgery or the medications associated with recovery but the problem is said to be widespread. Not in my view a ringing endorsement for the heart bypass thing.
One would think that smell, a companion to taste, would be equally affected but I see no evidence of that. Bad deal. Here’s why. When a food item smells familiar (as in how it has always smelled) one is encouraged to go ahead and eat it. But when its taste doesn’t match the smell the brain can’t handle it. I’m not sure what the banana thing tastes like any more but it ain’t monkey food.
Back to smell. On yesterday’s walk I was near a park. A big dog had just laid down a huge steaming pile of shit, the effervescence of which was the same old rank I have grown to know and hate. I didn’t taste it - never have - so I had nothing to compare it to. This is a good thing. If it tasted like blueberries or marshmallows I might have acquired a taste for something I’d have been challenged to defend to friends and family. God is good. He protecteth my judgement.
In the end I’m hoping this all changes for the better. I actually like food and am told that eating is related to staying alive. Wonder what I have to eat to simulate the taste of strawberries. Sauerkraut? Hope not.
Later
