Also amiss: Tap water reeked of bleach; I smelled gasoline when none was present. My own body odor was unrecognizable, like a stranger had been wearing my clothes. My senses were, simply stated, torched. My personal, fire-breathing dragon was alerting me to something insidious: My body hadn't healed properly from COVID-19.

— Read more in Long COVID Stole My Sense of Smell, So I Traveled Across the World to Get It Back at Allure.