I never had any issues with smells or tastes. Even when I was pregnant with my daughter, I can’t ever remember getting sick to my stomach from a scent, as I have heard can happen. But this morning was very different. And I can only attribute it to my tick sick blood.
When spring weather arrives here in Connecticut, I like to leave a window cracked at night. Our home faces a busy street, so I tend to leave the backyard-facing window open, instead of the front-street one. People are traveling as early as 5 am on that road, and I like to keep sleeping as long as I can without being woken up by a truck or car zipping past.
But noise wasn’t a problem for me this morning. It was a smell. A typical spring, skunky smell that always manages to slip into my cracked bedroom window and wake me up.
It was 4 am when my nose encountered the nefarious scent. It was one of those “Do I stay in bed or do I get up?” moments. Kind of like when you wake up and have to use the bathroom, and you’re debating between your bladder and your bed. Instead this time, I was dueling between a distinctive, invisible stench and my warm, comfortable bed.
I stayed in bed for a few minutes, but sadly, the wicked odor won. I had no choice but to get up and shut the window because the smell was so strong to me, it was giving me a headache! When I looked outside, the yard was clear, but the critter had already left his or her calling card, much to the dismay of my nose and brain cells.
I turned my ceiling fan on and opened my bedroom door to circulate the air to get rid of that noxious odor. Thankfully, within a few minutes, the unpleasantness left the premises. I was left wide-awake, however, pondering how in all my years living here, I’ve never gotten a headache from skunk perfume!
Chemistry is amazing. But I hope that skunk doesn’t come back tonight!
Yours in Lyme Adventures,