My muted tongue
And while I was quite fatigued on the last day of radiation (a fact I only learned when I wore myself out baking cookies as a thank-you for my technicians), I'm getting much better.
But I still have no taste.
Okay, not entirely true: I've discovered that I can identify coconut, so avocado-coconut smoothies are my new friend. I can also taste the sweetness in turnip, which was in my soup last week. And I can detect lemon (I added some zest to an asparagus soup today), though it has an odd metallic edge.
But sugar just feels like granules in my mouth, and chocolate might as well not exist.
On top of the taste issue is the fact that my dry mouth makes it difficult to eat anything that's not already moistened. Cereal in milk is okay; bread is not.
So I'm in this strange position of craving certain foods — cheese, toast, roast chicken, oatmeal raisin cookies — but at the same time not wanting to eat them, because doing so would be frustrating.
Being able to see delicious food — and perhaps worse, being able to smell it — is like watching your favorite music video with the mute button on. You get the visual, so some of the pleasure is there, but there's such a large part missing. And you can hear in your head how it's supposed to sound, but that's not the same as actually listening.
I'm trying to be patient, but I really want someone to hurry and turn up the volume.