Exactly, One of Life's Great Pleasures, but I don't want to get back into the habit of medicating myself every single day with alcohol to try to treat sensory dysfunctions. Now that I know what this shit is, handling it has become somewhat easier, especially with the help of my loving wife, who deserves more credit than I can possibly offer.
I am not allergic to my food! That was my clinical diagnosis from about twelve years ago. Fucking quacks!!
I can enjoy a good beer, much more, now that I don't have a sense of personal weakwilledness from drinking it or an influence pushing the notion that it is killing me.
CHEERS!