Don't complain about lack of symptoms.

This sprout is so obliging. I went to shower and read a bit of Wharton and then wham, I could smell everything in the apartment - the bit of mustard left on the plate, the cats, the coffee Carl left - and my stomach completely revolved.

I am now in a haze of nausea.

Lemon ginger tea would be nice, if only I could manage the smells in the kitchen to make it.