TASTE!

I can taste!

Today was my workplace's holiday lunch. They kindly booked a restaurant within walking distance of our apartment in case I was feeling well enough to make an appearance. Happily, I was feeling well enough and I braved the cold for the ten-minute walk.

I had warned them that I wouldn't be eating, I wouldn't stay long, and I wouldn't say much -- in other words, the perfect party guest. Once I arrived, however, it was so fantastic to see everyone that I couldn't help but make conversation. And once I was surrounded by all the delicious smelling food, I couldn't resist a nibble. I tried a single sweet potato frite and was amazed to discover... I could taste it! I went on to have a little cream of mushroom soup. It was rich and delicious. I felt like an invalid who suddenly rises from his wheelchair.

Having some of my taste back feels like a miracle, but I'll remain cautious about returning to the world of solid foods. Who knows how testy my stomach will be after not having anything in it for four or five weeks. My goopy throat also has some objections to my taking in too much grub.

Nevertheless, the surprise return of my taste buds was truly a cause to celebrate. I ended up staying for the entire lunch. Not such a perfect guest after all, but who cares? I can taste!