Yesterday my best friend took my daughter and me to the beach. We were all in quarantine in November 2020. For him, it was his first Covid-19 experience. He’s still not back to normal; lucky he is in better shape than I am.

When we got off the car, he asked us if we smelled the rotting oranges in his car. We didn’t, and the question surprised us. He told us he had been looking everywhere and didn’t found that smelling orange.

He also smelled the same thing at his house, and he had been looking everywhere, emptied the dustbin, and cleaned the place. The smell stayed. When he told me he had done the same at his workplace, I understood.

It is the Covid-19 smell! For me, it’s not always there, but it was last week. I smelled fire in my house and inspected the whole house. No neighbor smoking, still too cold to bbq, no candles burning, no apartment on fire… It happened a few times last week, as it did a couple of times before.

At first, I didn’t relate this to Covid-19; fellow sufferer stories learned me that this comes with the disturbance of taste and smell. Because this is a symptom that worries me the least, I even enjoyed this crazy conversation.

I wonder what the virus is disturbing in my body. It feels as if it’s triggering all alarm signals possible, and my body is responding as it has to do in those situations. It makes us look for rotten oranges and fire that don’t exist.

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DAPHNE IN STOCKINGS is a writer with a blog telling her story about surviving blood clots, living with FVL, blood thinners, and stockings. And coping with Covid-19 twice in 2020. She's telling her story about building resilience in a physical and mental struggle to heal.