textured eating

I'm still surfing the wave of illness. The flu is relentless. I don't recommend it. I'm one of those stubborn workaholics that usually makes it to work regardless of feeling like a giant pile of crap...but not this week. I had to concede. The flu beat me. Not only that, it beat me for an entire week! That is so utterly disappointing. I need to give my immune system a pep talk. One of the most annoying aspects of flu-ness is that I am faced with a complete lack of sense in the smell and taste departments. Case in Point: Yesterday I made myself a bagel with peanut butter and jelly. The PB was slightly melted from the hot bagel (just how I like it), and the jelly sat nicely on top. It looked so fabulously tasty, but eating it was like sucking down warm thick slime on a sheet of cushy styrofoam. blech. My Edy's Fruit popsicles taste like ice cube sticks, ben and jerrys ice cream all tastes the same regardless of what flavor I try (last night I had some form of peanut butter chocolate with nuts...atleast that's what Jake told me I was eating). All liquids are the same, with the exception of carbonated ones. Ginger Ale atleast has that cool fizzy thing going for it. So I'm resigned to textured eating. "Ohhh, this tastes like crunchiness!" and "This tastes like smooth!" I should just go buy a bunch of pop rocks.