Dear diary ,

Today was interesting. At the lunch table I found myself wondering what I wanted to eat because lately I haven’t been having much of an appetite. But I am developing these headaches and obviously know the cause. After 10 minutes of contemplating I decided to go for a traditional turkey and cheese sandwich. To my surprise when I took my first bite I tasted nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am lost and confused. Now on top of not eating I can’t even taste the food if I tried. I struggle to finish it realizing all I’m doing is putting my mouth through a consistent exercise with no type of satisfactory. I went back to my desk to file the rest of my papers with nothing but the constant thought of how I can fix this situation. So I went home and looked up what are some things I am garaunteed to taste once placed on my tongue. I poured a bunch of salt directly on the center on my tongue. Result…dry lips and a very red tongue. Try number two a squeezed lemon juice instead. Results, nothing. Okay time to call a doctor because what is this nonsense. Not even a squint of the eyes as the juice landed on my tongue. Nope something ain’t right.

Dear diary,

I woke up the next morning to call my doctor and as I put up my phone to call her I didn’t hear a dial tone. I feared my phone had been disconnected because I owed the bill. But no my memory has just been bad, I just paid it 2 days ago. Alright so what is it now. I get out of bed to take a shower and get ready for work and as I go to run the water I don’t hear that either. No like actually what is going on. It’s so bad I can’t even hear the ringing in my ears that I get when it’s extremely quiet. Okay not I’m scared I will definitely not be going into work today. I tried again to make a call but not that doctors, to my job to call out. Although I can’t hear at least I can see. I know my phone obviously so I know once someone picks up it starts counting the time. So I was able to attempt to speak to someone to let them know my situation as crazy as it sounds. I hope the understand because I feel like I am going insane.

Dear diary,

Remember yesterday I said at least I can see, hear it’s a done deal for me. I woke up this morning morning knowing for sure I was awake. Not a dream left unfinished but to my surprised the world was still dark what is this, what is happening to me. Good thing I left my diary on my bed due to that being my only source of calm. I know this book is probably all over the place but hey at least I get my thoughts out because I need to. So what do I do now I need help I don’t even have a family member to call. This is getting more terrifying by the day. Okay I might as well go take a nap to get rid of some of this anxiety.

Dear diary,

These are gonna get shorter and shorter because I can’t focus. I really had to use the bathroom this morning because my nerves caused me to get all queezy. After ten slams into the wall I finally got into the bathroom to sit on the toilet and as you can guess I didn’t just pee. At this point dealing with all of these sense issues I figured I had experienced the last straw yesterday. But nope, I couldn’t even smell my own poop. My smell is gone. I can’t take it anymore I just sat there and cried. Weeped actually. After about 20 minutes of crying I crawled back in bed and just nuggeted my pillow.

Dear diary,

This whole entry is going to be through the sound of my voice. I will try to talk as slow as possible for Siri to understand. I can’t feel a thing. I went to pick up my pencil this morning and it felt as if I was a mime. I practically am a mime at this point. I don’t have the urge to speak because I can’t even find a way to speak to anyone. I am afraid to do anything because if I leave the house where can I go. I took my sense for granted because I don’t remember how to do anything now that they’re gone. I can’t even find my phone because I through it out of anger yesterday. I want to ask Siri I call someone but I won’t even know when they have answered. But you know what, I can’t give up yet. I will attempt to call 911 now wish me luck diary and thanks for all of your help. If this is my last diary entry I will definitely hope someone doesn’t go through this same struggle but if this do I hope they get to this one and realize that all of their sense are very important and to never take them for granted because they can be gone in an instant.