I was sitting at the kitchen table the summer of 2016, still recovering from a severe concussion following a motorcycle accident, when I noticed my dog panting, pacing and looking at me with frenzied eyes. I didn’t understand — until I glanced behind me and saw the room deepening with haze from the wood chips smoking the meat in the oven. They had dried out and started to burn.
I hadn’t smelled a thing.
Losing your sense of smell isn’t something that’s obvious right away, like going blind or deaf.
A smell is something we notice if it’s there. The absence of a smell is harder to discern.